Today, I saw Brody Beardington and Yokosakimoto Smith (his CEO Dad banged a Japanese chick on a business trip) playing in the hurricane floods like attention-starved children knowing they can be transported back to their suburban cul-de-sacs in 24 hours if things got too bad in Nieuw Breukelen. So I put on my scuba gear, swam near them and yelled “MARCO!”; when they yelled back “POLO!” I burst out of the water with my polo mallet and beat them into paraplegics so they can now roll down Bedford Ave in their fixed gear wheelchairs. End of story.