Then, along come Charter Captain Bob Lowe and Illinois Industrialist Eric Bley in a borrowed 20-footer. And along comes the East German cruise ship V�lkerfreundschaft, headed for gay old Havana. Light plane buzzes the ship as a signal and off the liner jumps Karl Bley, who wants U.S. asylum and was set up for the escape by brother Eric. Three other East Germans quickly spot the plot. Do they turn Karl in? No. They go splash, splash, splash.
Back at dockside, Skipper Lowe was calm. "All the federal agencies are a little huffed up because they weren't let in on it," he said. But, listen, about the unexciting tournament: "You might say I caught and released four before the fishing day started. But I couldn't count any of them."
The Two Saddest Sport Stories of the Week:
Consider Alex Sotir, football coach at Johns Hopkins, where the students hate football but love lacrosse (crowds of 10,000 in a 5,000-seat stadium and all that). Last week the Hopkins gridders played Western Maryland with the prospect of bringing home a fourth straight conference title. Local boosters hired a bus to take students to the game and 13 signed up. At the field the crowd was generously estimated to be 400.
And Hopkins lost, 36-20.
And Sotir came home and quit. Hooray for Sotir.
And let's hear a ragged little cheer out there for Marty Blake, president of the ABA Pittsburgh Condors, who came up with this nifty promotion. Blake gave away tickets to the game: 10,192 of them, worth some $35,000. And the freeloading fans filled the place, right?
Wrong. About 8,000 people came.
And the Condors went out and lost to the Floridians, 122-115. "Our team just plain stunk," he said.
Blake has not resigned. Yet.