Years ago, the chaplain of the football team at Notre Dame was a beloved old Irish priest. At confession one day, a football player told the priest that he had acted in an unsportsmanlike manner at a recent football game. “I lost my temper and said some bad words to one of my opponents.”
-“Ahhh, that’s a terrible thing for a Notre Dame lad to be doin’,” the priest said. He took a piece of chalk and drew a mark across the sleeve of his coat.
-“That’s not all, Father. I got mad and punched one of my opponents.”
-“Saints preserve us!” the priest said, making another chalk mark.
-“There’s more. As I got out of a pileup, I kicked two of the other team’s players in a sensitive area.”
-“Oh, goodness me!” the priest wailed, making two more chalk marks on his sleeve. “Who in the world were we playing when you did these awful things?”
-“Ah, well,” said the priest, wiping his sleeve, “boys will be boys.”