A Red Sox fan liked to amuse himself by scaring every Yankees fan he saw strutting down the street in an obnoxious NY pinstripe shirt.
He would swerve his van as if to hit them, then swerve back just
them. One day while driving along, he saw a priest. He thought he would do a
good deed, so he pulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you
Father?" "I'm going to give Mass at St. Francis church, about two miles down
road," replied the priest; "Climb in, Father. I'll give you a lift!"
priest climbed into the passenger seat, and they continued down the
road. Suddenly, the driver saw a Yankees fan walking down the road, and he
instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, he swerved back
onto the road just in time. Even though he was certain that he had missed the guy, he still heard
loud THUD. Not knowing where the noise came from, he glanced in his
mirrors but still didn't see anything. He then remembered the priest, and he turned to the priest and said,
sorry Father, I almost hit that Yankees fan." "That's OK," replied the priest "I got him with the door."