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
unsportsman-like 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 the in a sensitive area."

"Oh, goodness me!" the priest wailed, making two more
chalk marks on his sleeve. "Who in the world were we playin'
when you did these awful things?"

"Southern Methodist."

"Ah, well," said the priest, wiping his sleeve, "boys will be
boys."