The Pope went on vacation for a few days to visit the rugged mountains of Alaska.
He was cruising around the campground in the Pope-mobile when he heard a frantic commotion just at the edge of the woods. He found a helpless Viking fan wearing shorts, sandals, a 'Go Vikings' hat and a 'Vikings rule' shirt.
The man was screaming and struggling frantically, thrashing all about, and trying to free himself grom the grasp of a 10-foot grizzly bear.
As the Pope watched in horror, a group of Packers fans wearing Packer shirts came racing up. One quickly fired a 44 magnum slug right into the bear's chest. The two other men pulled the semiconscious Viking fan from the bear's grasp. Then, using baseball bats, the three Packers fans finished off the grizzly. Two of the men dragged the dead grizzly onto the bed of their pickup truck while the other tenderly placed the injured Viking fan in the back seat.
As they began to leave, the Pope summoned all of the men over to him. "I give you my blessing for your brave actions!" he proudly proclaimed. "I have heard there was a bitter hatred between Packer fans and Viking fans, but now I've seen with my own eyes that this is not true."
As the Pope drove off, one Packer fan asked his buddies, "Who the heck was that guy?"
"Dude, that was the Pope," another replied. "He's in direct contact with Heaven and has access to all wisdom."
"Well," the Packer fan said, "he may have access to all wisdom, but he doesn't know squat about bear hunting! By the way, is the bait still alive or do we need to go back to Minnesota and get another?"
Thanks for the joke, Mom!