The Priest and the Perfect Pass

The struggling city football team was having a terrible practice when the local priest, Father O'Malley, wandered onto the field. He watched the quarterback miss three receivers in a row and shook his head. "Excuse me, Coach," he called out, "but I think I could help with your passing game."

The coach, exhausted and willing to try anything for a laugh, handed the priest the ball. "Alright, Father. Show us what you've got. The target is sixty yards downfield."

Father O'Malley tucked his robes into his belt, took a short drop-back, and launched a perfect spiral. The ball soared through the air and hit the cooling jug on the sidelines with a loud thwack. The players went silent. The coach grabbed the priest by the shoulders. "Father, that was miraculous! How did you do that? Was it a gift from above? Did you play for Notre Dame?"

The priest adjusted his collar and smiled humbly. "Oh no, Coach. Nothing so grand. It’s just that in my parish, we have a very large choir and a very small bell tower. If I don't hit the lead tenor in the back of the head by the third verse, he never stops singing."