It’s early evening on a gorgeous Santa Barbaran beach , and my wife spots something falling from the sky. Luckily my handy-dandy Nikon D-90 was in my hand (chronicling every microsecond of the kids totally unscripted poses, per usual) so it was easy to swing it up and take some shots.
I wondered briefly if it was The Sultan’s fantasy football team burning up in the atmosphere… when a SECOND “sign from above” appeared – literally 90 seconds after the first.
This one was a bit bigger than the first, and… my heart lurched.
Could it be the long-dreaded invasion from space (thereby killing countless Hollywood projects)? Or should I be running for shelter from the falling sky, Chicken Little style?
Or – worst of all – could it be a sign that MY team, the poor harmless Killer Koalas, was about to fall from grace?
To at least rule out the Space Invaders theory, I zoomed in on the second meteor. This did not make me feel better -> the ‘wing’ effect was just a little too, um, “there” to make me relax completely.
After 20 minutes – and with no explosions, death-rays, or (worst of all) a bunch of sobbing studio execs running through the streets – we went into Santa Barbara and had a delicious curry at Spice Avenue. I felt better.
Only today (Sunday) will tell whose team – if any – lit up the sky that day.