If Catholic priests were like rabid football fans, they’d be lining up in droves at Modell’s to purchase officially licensed replicas of the Pope’s snazzy new chasuble.
Only, that is, if he wasn’t going free agent at the end of the season.
All the calls to the talk radio guys would be from priests tailgating in the Vatican parking lot, and they’d all be begging God to fire this Pope, and pay however much it costs to bring in whatever Cardinal is currently getting having the most success in the College ranks.
Orders of the Catholic Priesthood Draft day at the seminary is coming up, too. It should again prove exciting this year.
The Franciscans, owing to the fact that they’ve been hampered by a incarnational offence which had them finishing last year in the cellar, have first pick. This year’s class of transitional deacons has been compared to the class of 1946, which produced such luminaries as Brother Xavier of Brooklyn (World duration record holder for 18 straight days of hearing confession) and eventual Hall of Famer Karol “Jay-Pee Two” Wojtyla. Catholic Digest has rated this class the most heterosexually celibate since 1973.
Debate rages as to whether the Franciscan’s will trade their first round, fist overall pick to the Jesuits for the Jesuit’s 2nd round choice, 34 overall, and a year’s use of the Cathedral at Notre Dame University.
We used to imagine Catholic Olympic events during the long boring Masses of my childhood. Of course the ushers would compete in who could shove the long-handled baskets into the pews the quickest. Altar boys would have candle-lighting and -snuffing competitions. How many communicants can a Eucharistic Minister handle during one hymn? Who’s the genuflecting champion of St. John’s??