A man had 50 yard line tickets for the Super Bowl. As he sits down, a man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to him.
"No," he says, "The seat is empty."
"This is incredible," said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Super Bowl, the biggest sporting event in the world, and not use it?"
He says, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Super bowl we haven't been to together since we got married in 1967."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't you find someone else-a friend or relative, or even a neighbor to take the seat?".
The man shakes his head.
"No, they're all at the funeral."
Sick, sick, sick. Don't blame me. Blame Doug.
See my essay on Super Bowl on Episcopal Café today
ReplyDeleteAnn, I read your essay and left a comment.
ReplyDeleteThe Super Bowl is the great liturgy of the United States of America....
Well said!
*LOL*
ReplyDelete(I could swear I read a similar joke just days ago---but where?)
JCF, I repeat my mantra: There is nothing new under the sun.
ReplyDeleteIt's in the Bible. :-)