So...Dalai Lama is a Minnesota Gopher fan, then ?
Yea, that Dalai Lama. Always stirring up trouble. I heard he runs with a pretty rough crowd.
I can't help but laugh. The Dalai Lama used to live near me when I was in college and I often met him on the street. It's hard to imagine him drawing these types of crowds when I remember him as a very quiet, humble man always walking quietly about.
"(Bad enough we have Californians moving here)"
I don't quite get it
-"They will helicopter His Holiness to the site, down the long sliver of valley and high mountains, to this open space filled with thousands of waiting people,"-
Hoo-boy - that beautiful open space is gonna look like a trash heap once the crowd is dispersed.
So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one -- big hitter, the Lama -- long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier.
And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga...gunga -- gunga galunga.
So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness."
So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.