Bob was obsessed with the Yankees to an unhealthy point. When he was in his car and saw a Red Sox fan, he woudl swerve around and almost hit them to scare them.
One Sunday morning, he saw his priest walking on the sidewalk. He pulled over. "Hello, father. How are you?" he asked.
The priest frowned. "My car broke down, so I have to walk. I'm going to be late for church."
Bob told him he would take him to the church. So, they began driving down the road. suddenly, Bob saw a mas wearing a Red Sox t-shirt. He began to swerve around and almost hit them like he always did.
After he was done, he remembered the priest in his car. "I'm sorry father. I almost hit that innocent man," he said, sounding ashamed.
"It's okay," the priest said. "I got him with the door."