Now just before this, I had said to all of my friends as we awaited the announcement that I (and I quote) “have a feeling it’s Ratzinger.” “No, no” they replied, “it can’t be him. He’s too old.” But I just knew it.

But my excitement didn’t come from knowing it was him and that I was right. Rather, it came from the very fact that our new pope WAS him. Ratzinger is so amazing and so wonderfully chosen. We all hugged again and again rambled aimlessly “I can’t believe it’s Ratzinger.”

His name was announced—Benedict XVI—which we confused for Benedict the Sixth, at first, since we are ignorant Americans who don’t know anything else but English (and that we don’t know too good).

(Grammatical mistake intended).

(Can that be called a “grammatical pun”? Haha).