Volume XIII
Issue 7
July 2010
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South America
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DATE: Nov. 7, 2002
TIME: 10:32 p.m.
LOCATION: Foz do Iguaco, Brazil
SPOTTER: Airship Spotter Dick
After spending a few moments gently ribbing former heavy weight champion Mike Tyson about the "Toledo Sparkle Glue Incident," as we now jokingly called it, I returned to my aisle seat in the fourth row of the dark and sticky Foz do Iquaca (Brazil) Sports Arena and Seafood Buffet.
The full contact croquet match pitting the favorite Gramado Tile Makers against the Oureo Preto Goat Herders was reaching a crescendo. Suddenly, the portly gentlemen sitting immediately to my right stood began pummeling his companion with a burrito that had been stored at bacteria breeding temperatures the night before. Less out of compassion for the victim than for sake of not getting burrito sauce on my Armani Suit, I whispered in the big man's ear a simple message about me and with whom I am associated. The fracas soon ceased.
It was then that I noticed a silver and black 12-foot dirigible in prison garb scurrying about the upper confines of the arena. It was in an apparently fruitless effort to find a means of egress. With each orbit of the facility, it's demeanor became increasingly more agitated - climbing - diving - climbing - diving. A sadder sight my eyes have never seen, or so I thought. On the next climb, the poor beast spew it's entrails on the unsuspecting masses below. Oddly, the sight of the blimp's viscera plummeting toward them seemed to incite and not appall the crowd as one would think - screaming - running - screaming - running.
But fret not my dear dirible loving breathren. Shortly after the above incident our brave little blimp located an exit and quit the building post-haste - only to die a slow lonely death in the warm brazilian night, I presume.
My colleagues and I raised our styrofoam cups filled with tepid beer in toast to brave and shiny little airship.
As expected the, The Gramado Tile Makers won 3 games to nil.