So I started to walk into the water. I won't lie to you boys; I was terrified. But I pressed on, and as I made my way past the breakers a strange calm came over me. I don't know if it was divine intervention or the kinship of all living things, but I tell you Jerry, at that moment I was a marine biologist.
The sea was angry that day my friends. Like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.
I got about 50 feet out and suddenly the great beast appeared before me. I tell ya he was 10 stories high if he was a foot. As if sensing my presence he let out a great bellow. I said "Easy big fella!" And then as I watching him struggling I realized something was obstructing his breathing. From where I was standing I could see directing into the eye of the great fish.
Mammal
Whatever
So then from out of nowhere a huge tidal wave lifted me and tossed me like a cork and I found myself right on top of him; face to face with the blowhole. I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me but I knew something was there. So reached my hand in, felt around and pulled out the obstruction.
[George pulls a golf ball from his pocket]
What is that a Titleist? A hole in one.
The crowd must have gone wild.
Oh yes. Yes Jerry they were all over me. It was like Rocky I. Diane came up to me, put her arms around me, kissed me, we both had tears streaming down our faces. I never saw anyone so beautiful. It was at that moment I decided to tell her I was not a marine biologist.
Wow what did she say?
She told me to go to hell! And I took the bus home.