Hello world.
Today was not the most exciting day on my venture into the heart of Brazil. I slept in because I could until 11. Once I woke up, we headed to the beach, where we swam for 4 hours. the waves were very big, so it wasfun jumping them. We (Alan,David, Rami, and I) played soccer for a good part of those 4 hours. Thhr teams were me and david vs alan and rami, and me and david demolished. Most of those 4 hours it was raining, so soccer was even more fun. After the beach, we went straight to the pool on the top floor (also outdoors, so it was also raining), and swam for a half hour. In the pool we played POTUS. After our swim, we got dressed and headed to a buffet to eat that was recommended by the concierge. It was very VERY local. Te food was okay, not great, but everything else was good. Te best part was as we were leaving they startedto play music, so the dads, bent on embarrasing us, decided that the only way we could walk out of the restaraunt was to dance. as if my. Dad wasn't embarrasing enough, the entire restaraunt had to see him shake his bum-bum, and worst of all, i had to dance with him. We walked home afterwards, and I am now in our apartment, watching Simpsons in portugese, and blogging to you half way around the world.
With Great Love,
Ben
Several questions: (1) Why didn't your Dad play soccer? (2) Did anyone get bitten during the soccer match? (3) Do you have video of your Dad dancing? If so, please forward. (4) Is the Simpsons funny in Portuguese?
ReplyDeleteNote: I liked Rick's comment. Funny.
ReplyDeleteFINALLY! Something exciting at the World Cup! Obviously bored with the proceedings, Luis Suarez took matters into his own mouth. I am mortified at the negative reaction. No one has considered that he may actually have been hungry. His farm in the wilds of Uruguay produces only a minimal subsistance for he, his wife and 12 kids. Also, as his drunken coach explained, "This is soccer, not a morality play." How true. Like the "whites" in tennis of bygone days, the niceties have no place in modern day soccer. The rule of thumb, or neck, should be that if some yutz sticks a part of his body in close proximity to a player's jaws, he should be prepared for whatever. Either that or force feed the players before each match. That, however, would probably cause more "projectile hurling" during the game . . . equally distasteful to all concerned.
I am reminded (of course) of the World Cup of "33 (1833) when the Napoleonic team faced the inscrutable hordes of Frankie Fang Fenowitz, the outcome to determine the balance of power in the Crimea for ages to come. The "Fang" as he was affectionately known to his adoring fans, had perfected the tactic of disabling his opponents by biting off an appendage. As this was rather difficult to do if the target was running full out, the Fang enlisted the aid of that famous striker Morrie the Mauler. At 5'3" and 275 pounds, Morrie, not a speedster, would fall in front of an opponent. When that unwitting person fell, the Fang pounced. Ears, nose, fingers . . . it mattered not. One time, the Fang had to be carted off with his victim, his jaws still locked in place. He not only received two yellow cards and a red card, but the vaunted pink card. When they were finally able to disengage Frankie, he was hailed as a national hero and given the keys to the city meat locker. More on this later.
In earnest appreciation,
Your grandfater Luis al Amarelar de Cagada
a/k/a Mortie
I attest to the veracity of Luis al Amarelar de Cagada's testimony herein. Viva la Fang.
DeleteAnother great blog! My only questions are; why, can you and do you know? Stay thirsty my friend!
ReplyDeleteRick . . . we are going to have to stop meeting like this. Who woulda thought that two great minds would find a very common ground on Ben's blog! If this keeps up, we might consider writing in tandem.
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