(UPDATE:If you came here from Deans, you may want to read this entry where I respond to a comment on his post.)
I wake up this morning with a bit of a hangover. I’d been watching the games last night and, being that I was already hammered by the 3rd inning of the Yaknees/Sox game, had fallen alseep somewhere around the fifth inning. I’m eager to see what the final score is so I turn on the TV and then go turn on the shower.
I come back to the television and through the hangover haze I see a news clip of Fidel Castro tripping and falling on his face at some graduation ceremony in Cuba.
“Babe!” I yell to my sleeping Cuban wife. “Fidel Castro fell!”
I hear an immediate and growing “wwhhaAATTTT???!!” followed by some thumping around coming from the bedroom. Then there’s a big crash. Next thing I know my wife is sprawled on the hallway floor with a dazed look.
“I didn’t mean he fell fell,” I say. “He just fell. As in he tripped and landed on his face.”
“Ay, Babe,” she says to me. “DON’T DO THAT EVER AGAIN!”
UPDATE: Dont forget to enter a date in The Castro Croaking Contest.