An Iowa State Cyclone fan used to amuse himself by scaring every Iowa Hawkeye fan he would see strutting down the side of the road in their obnoxious black 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 turn and pulled the van over.
He asked the priest “Where are you going, Father?” “I’m going to give Mass at St. John Neuman’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 Hawkeye 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 Iowa Hawkeye fan.”
“That’s OK” replied the priest. “I got him with the door.”