Usually, this line is mumbled by an angry parent at after a son’s basement band practice just passed the three hour mark and shows no signs of stopping. Now, it’s being mumbled by residents living above the
Last year the
The priests are spirited and so are their supporters. In fact, the teams “are cheered on by fellow men of the cloth with drums, rattles and even trumpets.” Wow, I didn’t know priests knew how to party, play instruments, or kick a soccer ball for that matter, so this comes a as a big surprise to me.
Complaints started coming in a few weeks ago from angry
Pope Benedict is supposed to attend one of the matches before the tournament ends. Hopefully, he’ll throw on some shin guards and step into goal for a half. On second thought maybe not, I think he’s made out of cloth and stuffed with cotton.
I wonder if the teams were able to pick their own names for the tournament. You know, like those clever and usually perverted team names people stew up during collegiate intramurals? A couple funny ones popped into my head instantly, but really “Pullin the Pope” or the more subtle “We pull for Onan” take the cake easily.
And you thought priests weren’t hip? Shame on you.