VIKING FAN
>
>A Packer fan used to amuse himself by scaring every Minnesota Viking
fan
>he would see strutting down the side of the road in their obnoxious
>purple and gold colors. He would swerve his green and yellow van as
if
to
>hit
>them and, at the last instant, he would swerve back onto the road.
>One day, as the van driver was driving along, he saw a priest
>hitchhiking. He thought he would do a good turn and pulled the van
over.
> He asked the priest, "Where are you going, Father?" "I'm going to
say
>Mass
> at St. Joseph's Church, about five miles down the road,"
>replied the priest. "No problem, Father! I'll give you a lift. Climb
in!"
>The happy priest climbed into the passenger seat and the van continued
>down the road. Suddenly the driver saw a Viking fan walking down the
road
>and
>instinctively swerved as if to hit him but, just in time, he swerved
back.
>Thinking he'd narrowly missing the fellow, he still heard a loud "THUD."
>Not understanding where the noise came from he glanced in his mirrors
and
>he didn't see anything. Remembering his passenger, he turned to the
>priest and said, "I'm sorry, Father. I almost hit that Minnesota Viking
>fan."
>"That's okay," replied the priest. "I got the bastard with the door!"