Der Kaiser ist Kaput

The Germans were outnumbered about ten to one at the start of today's game here on South Beach. You had to give them credit for being the firm, worthy, and dependable people they always have been (unless you are Poland, of course). The Italians, on the other hand, had great doubts until the final two minutes of overtime at which any turn to the other side was out of the question and pandemonium broke out.

The famous Fischer Twins and their little friend were not at all happy, but made the most of it.

The Italian boys burst out onto the street and began to sing a song that I believe was penned by Clara Petacci in a frivolous moment.

Most people could only catch a glimpse of Wonder Woman's Fourth of July Spectacular from a respectable distance. Busy as she was stopping $10,000 Chevy's with $16,000 wheel hub caps and pointing out that crime, the crowd seemed content with watching the exercise of good behaviour.

Bu,t if you can pull some "strings," as I am sometimes able to, you can catch her by the meat locker.


And, in the end, all that mattered was that explosion in the distance that made us feel so excited. In my case it was the explosion just beyond the palm trees; that is my paradise.