I’m now a Chicagoan. I live in the western ‘burbs of the windy city. I’ve partaken in the rivalry between Cubbies and White Sox fans. Though I’m partial to the Cubs for sentimental reasons (Dusty Baker moved from the Giants to the Cubs the same year I moved out here the first time), I do enjoy rooting for winning teams (not that I really root for any teams, I’m no sports fanatic). The Sox are a more regularly winning team than the Cubs, and the Northside (Cubs) – Southside (White Sox) rivalry is no less vociferious than Giants/A’s for the Bay Area people or Dodgers/Angels for the LA crowd:
On a tour of Florida, the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the coast for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the beach in the Pope-mobile when there was a frantic commotion just off shore. A helpless man, wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey, was struggling frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25-foot shark.
As the Pope watched, horrified, a speedboat came racing up with three men wearing Chicago White Sox jerseys aboard. One quickly fired a harpoon into the shark’s side. The other two reached out and pulled the bleeding, semi-conscious Cubs fan from the water. Then using autographed Jim Thome baseball bats, the three South-Side heroes beat the shark to death and hauled it into the boat.
Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to the beach. “I give you my blessing for your brave actions,” he told them. “I heard that there was some bitter hatred between White Sox and Cubs fans, but now I have seen with my own eyes that this is not the truth.”
As the Pope drove off, the harpooner asked his buddies “Who was that?” It was the Pope,” one replied. “He is in direct contact with God and has access to all of God’s wisdom.” “Well,” the harpooner said, “He may have access to God’s wisdom but he doesn’t know squat about shark fishing. How’s the bait holding up?”
This joke is ripped off with pride and edited for applicability by me. I found it’s original version here.