George and Atlantis

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.

He’d heard the legends of Atlantis, the island paradise that had sank beneath the waves.

“It’s still out there, son,” said a grizzled fisherman, pulling out a map. “I’m too old to seek it myself, but I could sell you this map.”

George bought the map, raised anchor, and sailed for Atlantis.

Except that he had the map upside-down, and ended up in the middle of Fenway Park in Boston.

Thankfully, the Red Sox were away in New York.

George found a bar, and watched the game on television.