The Priest and the Wildcat Fan

A Wildcat fan used to amuse himself by scaringevery ASU fan he would see 
strutting down the side of the road in their obnoxious maroon and gold 
colors.

He would swerve his van as if to hit them, and then he would swerve back 
on the road just before hitting them.

One day, as the van driver was driving along, he saw a priest. He thought
he would do a good deed and pulled the van over. He asked the priest, 
"Where are you going, Father?"

"I'm going to give Mass at St. Patrick's Church, about five miles down the
road," replied the priest.

"No problem, Father! I'll give you a lift. Climb in!" 

The priest climbed into the passenger seat, and the van continued down the 
road. Suddenly, the driver saw a ASU fan strutting down the road, and
instinctively, he swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, just in time, he
swerved back to the road, narrowly missing the guy.

Even though he was certain he missed the guy, he still heard a loud 
"THUD."Not understanding where the noise came from, he glanced in his 
mirrors, but he didn't see anything.

He then remembered the priest, and he turned to the priest and said, "I'm
sorry, Father. I almost hit that ASU fan."

"That's OK," replied the priest. "I got him with the door."