Often, when driving, I amuse myself by swerving at anyone I see walking who's wearing a Yankee jersey or hat. Oh, I swerve back, I don't actually hit them, I just like to scare 'em. Yesterday, on my way home, I saw a priest walking, and it's way too darn hot here in August to be walking. I pulled over and offered him a ride. Well, we got to talking, and sure enough...there's a Yankee fan walking along the street. I forgot for just an instant my passenger, instinct took over, and I swerved hard at him. Ashamed, I immediately apologized to the priest. "Geez, I'm sorry father. I almost hit that man." "It's ok, my son," he said. "You missed....but I got him with the door."