What is that? she cried from her seat in the stadium. Oh Sarah, what are you talking about hunny. There’s nothing there. Yes, mommy, yes there is. Something right there. Her tiny hand traced the goodyear blimp across the sky. Oh hunny, that’s the goodyear blimp. It flashes ads and flies over the stadium at games, I replied. Duh, mom, she said. Not the blimp, who’s hanging out of the blimp. I squinted into the sun to make out what she was pointing to. Sure enough, I saw a dress shirt and what looked like a tie flapping in the breeze. I don’t know who that is hunny. i’ve never seen a man in the blimp before, not hanging out like that. The man had a crazed smile on his face, like any minute he might come sailing out of the blimp towards earth. The screen on the blimp went blank. A few heads looked towards the blimp wondering why the screen went blank. Perhaps a malfunction. Then the screen came back on. It read, hello Dallas, enjoy. Then millions of green bills fell towards the stadium.