"I am betting heavily on the Kenyans...they always win!"
I greeted one of my colleagues this morning with that when I walked in, knowing that I would need to this off day from campus to help keep the place from falling apart since my supervisor is on holiday in Sicily this week.  There's not much I can do by comparison, but I can keep my co-workers loose.
So I did.  I get news alerts from WBZ, a well-respected radio station in Boston, so my phone went off as the major results of today's Boston Marathon came in.  A Canadian named Josh Cassidy won the men's wheelchair race in world record time, which came as a surprise to all.  Shortly after that American Shirley Reilly won a sprint to the finish in Copley Square to capture the women's wheelchair race.
That's when things got fun.  Anyone remotely familiar with Boston over the last 10 years or so knows the elite runners would likely come to one of two African countries: Kenya or Ethiopia, the superpowers of distance running.  Sure enough, shortly after noon, the winner of the women's elite race snapped the tape.  It was Sharon Cherop...of Kenya.  That was my cue:
"See?  See?  It's always the Kenyans!  The only way people can beat them is to run as fast as actual Kenyans, and then they'd get deported back to Kenya!"
It didn't matter to me that at that moment I sounded incredibly stupid, sarcastic, and perhaps even bigoted, depending on your interpretation, all at once.  Everyone on my side was cracking up laughing, exactly the effect I wanted.
If anyone else cares, another Kenyan, Wesley Korir (although now a permanent US resident, in international events you're considered to represent your country of origin, which basically means where you were born) won the men's elite race minutes later.