[The Picnic.]
The politicians held a picnic, and they invited the press corps. Everyone had a wonderful time, at least for a while.
The politicians wore dark navy track suits and white t-shirts. They looked like they really knew how to picnic (and they did). Some even dribbled a power tie shaped ketchup stain onto their shirt.
The press asked a lot of questions. "Where are the hamburgers? What is in this amazing dip? Who brought the salt and vinegar chips?" The politicians were very personable and made sure that everyone got enough to eat.
When it was time for the games, the press corps and politicians grabbed their bats and gloves and ran onto the field. A reporter for a large Washington paper pitched to the junior senator from Kentucky. The reporter had a spectacular knuckle ball and it looked like the politicians were going to have to admit defeat.
The politicians responded by passing the soccer ball back and forth in an extremely complex manner. They cut through the press corps' defense like a curling iron through butter, but a news anchor from Boston was playing goal, and she had been an All-American athlete in college.
This didn't slow down the politicians, however, because they had a governor from a west coast state who had great moves at the line of scrimmage. Not only that, but a representantive from Texas was absolutely torching the press corps' secondary. All hope for the press was lost until their free safety (who had reported live from no less than twenty seven major wars and disasters) figured out the politicians' signals.
Of course, by that time the politicians had captured the flag and were racing back to their base. A desparate tag by a camera man from Channel 6 stopped the politicians briefly, but they soon had a two lap lead and had the baton hand-off down to a science.
By this time, the press were gasping for breath, and standing with their hands on their hips. But the politicians just smiled, and caught the frisbee in the end zone again and again.
Friday, March 7th, 2003
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