Pope Deep Dish

Giardiniera dept.

Some fella, that new Pope.

Seems like an American that Americans can, y’know, be proud of.

Feel good about.

Represent American, y’know, values.

And a Chicago guy besides.

I know a lot of Chicago guys.

Good guys.

I was one myself for about five years.

Right outta college.

When I heard that the Pope was a Chicago guy, I thought, “Hey, the Pope’s a Cubs fan!”

Harold Baines

But it seems the Pope’s a White Sox fan.

That’s cool.

I mean, they never win, but maybe that’s OK.

If the Pope’s a champion of the downtrodden, of the poor and the meek and the kicked-aside, maybe that’s appropriate, that the Pope is a White Sox fan.

If the Sox suddenly get on a winning streak, win like 20 in a row, take the AL pennant, maybe the World Series, I guess we’ll know. That’s the power of the Pope.

But if they don’t, that’s OK too. It just means the Pope has other things to do.

So either way.

Anyway. Here’s a song for the new Pope.

Pope Deep Dish.

And go Sox.

Or not.

Either way.

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