Father Murphy was playing golf with a parishioner. On the first hole, he sliced into the rough. His opponent heard him mutter, “Hoover!” under his breath.
On the second hole, the ball went straight into a water hazard. “Hoover!” again, a little louder this time.
On the third hole, a miracle occurred and Father Murphy’s drive landed on the green only six inches from the hole.
“Praise be to God!” Father Murphy cried out.
He carefully lined up the putt, but the ball curved around the hole instead of going in. “HOOVER!” came the word from his mouth this time.
By now, his opponent couldn’t withhold his curiosity any longer, and asked why the priest said “Hoover.”
The priest replied, “It’s the biggest dam I know!”