I wasn’t always sure my parents were kidding when they told stories to my brother and me about their experiences with nuns in parochial school; they did attend grade school during the Fifties. By the Seventies Vatican II seemed to have a mellowing affect because we never got smacked by a nun and believe me, I really pushed Sister Rosita’s buttons in fourth grade (something I truly regret) to earn a few.
Anyway, at last night’s game, one of the Zamboni honorees was a Dominican nun from a school around here. I recognized the habit since they were the order at my last grade school St. Agnes and we were altar boys for the nearby convent. I joked with my friends (after yelling at them to sit down when they ruined an earlier shot): you’ve heard of the Popemobile, get ready for the Nunboni!
This picture probably strengthens the reason why people call nuns penguins…behind their backs. You don’t want to say it loud enough for one to hear you, she might be carrying a deadly wooden ruler.
That was good.