Beersmuggleosaurus Rex.

I spent 5 days in Sucre, Bolivia, which be some sort of touristic record. It is an ok city, but there isn't much to do other than take spanish classes, eat fruit drinks and see dinosaur tracks. The classes were above average, the drinks were refreshing and the tracks made an impression. (Handsdown, the 3rd most awesome pun I have ever made).

The most interesting thing about the tracks was that they were located along on a vertical wall, making it look like dinosaurs could walk up walls like a spider, gecko or suction cup man. [To facilitate visually: Imagine the Green Monster at Fenway Park was grey with T-rex, brontosaurus, tricerotops, etc footprints all over the wall, and that is what it looked like, only the wall was a lot bigger and there weren't any drunk red sox fans swearing or eating hot dogs on top.]

The explanation of the vertical prints was not that dinosaurs could walk up vertical slopes, hills or artificial baseball boundaries, but rather the dinosaurs left those tracks on flat land and then over the millions of years of platectonics and Continental shifts (which created the Andes Mountain Range), the flat land was gradually levered up to its current vertical position. (I wish I could explain it better, but I am not a paleontologist, geologist or capable of wracking my brain for a more involved explanation.)

On the topic of stadiums: My friend, Kelly K., and her family are longtime Buffalo Bills season ticket holders (poor saps), and they have been going to games since she was a little kid. I mention this because her father is a very cool guy who has his priorities in order. (He can also bowl perfect 300 game, which is admirable). When Kelly was 10, her father suffed her jacket and snow pants with 12-ounce cans of beer to sneak them into the stadium for consumption during the game. On one particular occasion while entering the stadium, Kelly (10-years old mind you) was stopped by security and searched. The guards found the beers hidden amongst her outwear and started demanding who the girl's parents were. Knowing he had already tragically lost the beer, Mr. K continued walking into the stadium pretending not to know her.

This would typically be Exhibit B for dead-beat-dadhood, but I can assure you, Kelly's dad is legit. (Unlike the Buffalo Bills chances for the next 10-15 years).