Father O'Sullivan did like his golf. 'Twas the only earthly passion that he
had and he unashamedly indulged in it whenever possible. Regrettably he had one
minor defect in his personality that ill-equipped him for the game and that was
his quick-fire temper. So rather than calm and tranquillise the holy man, the
golf served to incense him to the nth degree.
One Tuesday morning in particular, while playing in the Curates Cup event
he really went overboard, slinging clubs and constantly shouting 'Missed you,
'Calm down,' said Reverend McGee. 'Sure the Almighty will lose his rag with
you if he hears what you're shouting.'
This did nothing to stop O'Sullivan's rampant behaviour. He swung, he failed
'Missed you, you swine!' he screamed.
He readdressed the ball, swung, failed to connect, 'Missed you, you swine!'
Think what you're saying,' said Reverend McGee, to no avail.
Again the club was swung, again a fresh air shot. 'Missed you - you swine!'
Just then the clouds parted, deep thunder was heard and a bolt of lightning
struck Father McGee. And a voice from heaven called out:
'Missed you, you swine!'