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04-17-2004, 04:24 PM
On a tour of Florida, the Pope took a couple of days
off to visit the coast for some sightseeing. He was
cruising along the beach in The Popemobile when there
was a frantic commotion just offshore. A helpless
man, wearing a New York Yankees jersey, was struggling
frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25-foot
shark.
As the Pope watched, horrified, a speedboat came
racing up with three men wearing Boston Red Sox
jerseys aboard. One quickly fired a harpoon into the
shark's side. The other two reached out and pulled
the bleeding, semiconscious Yankees fan from the
water. Then, using autographed Nomar Garciaparra
baseball bats, the three Beantown heroes beat the
shark to death and hauled it into the boat.
Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to the
beach. "I give you my blessing for your brave
actions," he told them. "I heard that there was
some bitter hatred between Red Sox and Yankee fans,
but now I have seen with my own eyes that this is not
the truth."
As the Pope drove off, the harpooner asked his
buddies, "Who was that?"
"It was the Pope," one replied. "He is in direct
contact with God and has access to all of God's
wisdom."
"Well," the harpooner said, "he may have access to
God's wisdom, but he doesn't know shit about shark
fishing ... how's the bait holding up?"
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off to visit the coast for some sightseeing. He was
cruising along the beach in The Popemobile when there
was a frantic commotion just offshore. A helpless
man, wearing a New York Yankees jersey, was struggling
frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25-foot
shark.
As the Pope watched, horrified, a speedboat came
racing up with three men wearing Boston Red Sox
jerseys aboard. One quickly fired a harpoon into the
shark's side. The other two reached out and pulled
the bleeding, semiconscious Yankees fan from the
water. Then, using autographed Nomar Garciaparra
baseball bats, the three Beantown heroes beat the
shark to death and hauled it into the boat.
Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to the
beach. "I give you my blessing for your brave
actions," he told them. "I heard that there was
some bitter hatred between Red Sox and Yankee fans,
but now I have seen with my own eyes that this is not
the truth."
As the Pope drove off, the harpooner asked his
buddies, "Who was that?"
"It was the Pope," one replied. "He is in direct
contact with God and has access to all of God's
wisdom."
"Well," the harpooner said, "he may have access to
God's wisdom, but he doesn't know shit about shark
fishing ... how's the bait holding up?"
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