July 4, 1976
The shores of the River Charles, were chackling with energy
Tonight the sky will be sparkling with fireworks and the band will play on
But this afternoon I find myself on the aforementioned river watching a flying saucer hover
I was directed here by radio station WBCN with the promise of a World Record
Bill Skowron (frisbee name - The Flying Hun) was attempting to George Washington
The Charles River at a narrow point near the Boston University Boat House
Measured at 347 ft. 5 inches, the length of a football field - and one and a half end zones
The saucer seemed to hum at me as it spun closer, and closer, now within a hands grasp
The rest of the audience who had crowded on the fragile dock looked to me
The little voice warned me, with its' usual overabundance of caution "Don't Touch"
I agreed, do I want to be like the fan in the stands that snatches the ball out of the
Home team's glove? Void the record? Get handups in the middle of the night from frisbee fools?
No, the disc hung there, like a dream, and plopped in the muddy river
The next day, the dj on BCN, chided the fool who didn't have the stones to
Reach out and snatch the record, the Hun had hurt his throwing arm, and never tossed again.
22 Yrs. Later - The Rain Forest of South-East Australia
The Aboriginal guide grinned at my American money and handed me a boomerang
"Throw it like this" mimicking the Tomahook Chop "And let it fly with all your might"
"And that's not all!" and in his best Rob Robbie voice he explained
That if it landed in the on-deck size circle I could keep the weapon
I let fly and my shoulder popped, it hurt but not as much as what happened next
I watched as it did a clear sweep of the bases making the turns like Ricky Henderson
Pursuing an inside-the-parker, as it headed for home it occurred to me
That it may just land inside the circle, my voices chimed in as the object
Spun in front of me, each cycle lowering its' altitude by another few millimeters
"Don't Touch" Damn. "You will spoil the game"
I tried to raise my catching hand, but the pain was too much
"Let it fall"
And so it did, 4 inches outside the circle
"Should have grabbed it" said Rob "You could have kept it"
I never threw a boomerang, again.