GOOD CLEAN HEARTLAND FUN
There is nothing wrong with it.
(Thanks to Siouxie)
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There is nothing wrong with it.
(Thanks to Siouxie)
Posted by Dave on July 08, 2008 at 05:32 PM | Permalink
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Looks like I am the FIRST to agree with you Dave.
Posted by: Recovering 24 Addict | July 08, 2008 at 05:39 PM
What is really scary is that some of them make very convincing looking women. Perhaps there is more crossdressing going on in the heartland than anybody really knows.
Posted by: Bhuddieman | July 08, 2008 at 05:44 PM
Pretty in Pink!
Posted by: Suzy Q | July 08, 2008 at 05:47 PM
The guy is missing an appendage.
Posted by: lilrascal | July 08, 2008 at 05:54 PM
Seems like there is a closet transvestite in the heartland with good people skills. "No, really, it will be fun!"
Posted by: Margaritaville | July 08, 2008 at 05:57 PM
Hah! He throws like a girl!
Posted by: CJrun | July 08, 2008 at 06:07 PM
You're killin' me, Smalls!
Posted by: Meditrina | July 08, 2008 at 06:34 PM
Isn't GYAA ballpark a typo? NTTAWWT.
Posted by: Meditrina | July 08, 2008 at 06:39 PM
My dad did this on his softball team way back in the 70's. his team was sponsored by the company he owns (a Pepsi distributor) and the entire team showed up in a Pepsi delivery truck. They all burst forth from the various delivery bays all dressed up as women. It was a lot of fun.
Posted by: Schadeboy | July 08, 2008 at 06:45 PM
*Feels mislead to being told Coke adds life. Clearly the Pepsi guys are having far more fun*.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | July 08, 2008 at 07:06 PM
It's amazing what some rednecks will beat people up for, and yet do it themselves and call it, "fun".
Posted by: Margaritaville | July 08, 2008 at 07:07 PM
I would love to see the blog guys do this. And then video tape it
for blackmail purposesfor posterity.I'll supply the shoes ;-)
Posted by: Siouxie | July 08, 2008 at 08:37 PM
ha - this reminds me of the suprise 30th B-day party for my daughter...I told her it was just going to be a "Girls Only" dinner at a mexican place.
All the husbands, sons, brothers, etc., showed up in dresses - many of whom wore her old bridesmaid dresses. It couldn't have been more perfect!
Posted by: SandyEggo | July 08, 2008 at 08:45 PM
Whoa, nice mitts!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | July 08, 2008 at 09:24 PM
CJ stole my line.
Posted by: Elon Weintraub | July 08, 2008 at 09:41 PM
WOW! my adopted home of oHIo makes the blog twice today.
not gonna "dis" small town (or any other) firefighters but one wonders if there might not be easier ways to raise funds.
Posted by: rickh | July 08, 2008 at 09:45 PM
Sio, I've met some Blog Guys and most of them are way too big to fit in Blog Gal shoes. Which is good.
Posted by: CJrun | July 08, 2008 at 09:47 PM
Time for a new calendar.
Posted by: ifits_not_1thing_its3 | July 08, 2008 at 09:59 PM
Sio has a long wait.
Posted by: Elon Weintraub | July 08, 2008 at 10:07 PM
Talk about homely!
Posted by: Michael Badger | July 08, 2008 at 10:09 PM
Awww...come on, boys!
CJ, I certainly did not mean MY shoes. Big woman shoes.
Posted by: Siouxie | July 08, 2008 at 10:56 PM
Hah, you Blog Girls and your shoes. I saw a pair in cg's house that were 3 to 4 inches high, white, with magenta strappys. Butt they looked wearable.
I actually commented on them (a first!) and noted they might not be horrible. See, they were wide and spongy, made by Crocs.
Little did I know, they had been a gift. See, they're not shoes if they don't hurt and you don't roll off rocks in parking lots on the heel.
My job is to maintain a stiff arm on the GF side, for the inevitable heel roll. And never to mention that friends are now getting shoes similar her comfortable ones.
The rules don't make any sense, mind you, butt I suppose I can be saddle-broken on the shoes issue. That seems to be the only line I can't cross with crossgirl, as she takes her shoes seriously. I can live with that.
Posted by: CJrun | July 08, 2008 at 11:26 PM
You could tell these were firemen; some of those outfits were created without any natural fibers, therefore they are entirely flame retardent.
Posted by: MartiniShark | July 08, 2008 at 11:34 PM
Are you calling these guys flaming retards, MS?
Posted by: Suzy Q | July 08, 2008 at 11:37 PM
Personally, I see no problem with a group of women getting together to play softball. Sure, they're homely, but shouldn't we look a bit deeper, into the real woman behind every clock-stopping face?
Ever hear the adage "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone?" I'd modify it to "Let him or her who is without any semblance of attractiveness throw the first stone, and if you're gonna throw one anyway, please make it in the general direction of one of these scary-looking beeyoches."
Because, damn.
Posted by: MAC | July 08, 2008 at 11:38 PM
CJ, you are a smart man not to mess with a woman's shoes. It does not have to make sense. It just IS. Deal with it. Accept it. Embrace it, even.
*wonders why Martini knows so much about flame retardant-wear*
Posted by: Siouxie | July 08, 2008 at 11:44 PM
*snork* @ Suz!!
I'll have one on the rocks.
Posted by: Siouxie | July 08, 2008 at 11:46 PM
Now now, MAC. No need for name calling. As you all well know....
"Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder*
Posted by: Siouxie | July 08, 2008 at 11:49 PM
Today's lesson: Be careful what you do during a slow news week.
Posted by: WayneHere | July 08, 2008 at 11:59 PM
Sio, smart has little to do with it. It is the willing suspension of smart to be with a gal, putting on uncomfortable shoes, and be silent.
You know she will be mad, later. Butt not at you.
This is very simple: she will be furious with me if I make fun of her shoes, or if I use a bad word when talking about her. Those are very simple rules, that I still manage to screw up, now and then. However, if I screw up one of those two, I know I'm in trouble and she won't like raising Hell with me. Butt she will; she doesn't back down.
I can live with this, as long as she contests everything I say or do, butt does it with a cracked-up smile on her face.
Posted by: CJrun | July 09, 2008 at 12:22 AM
I smoke cigars on occassion Siouxie, so I have to be aware what may combust when I'm with the lady-folk...when any can tolerate cigar smoke.
Posted by: MartiniShark | July 09, 2008 at 12:28 AM
Or a shoe up your crack ;-)
Niters and sweet dreams!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 09, 2008 at 12:29 AM
um..that last post was meant for CJ, not MS.
*back to bed*
NITE!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 09, 2008 at 12:43 AM
You Mountain and West Coasters should watch for Sarah Torres on Leno. How refreshing. Many years ago, I used to be an athlete. I was cocky, because I knew I was good. I gave it all up, because I hate athletics, with stupid rule changes and drugs.
Torres is doing something different; she's coming back into athletics as a clean participant, in her 40s. I wish her very well.
Posted by: CJrun | July 09, 2008 at 12:46 AM
Too bad Milton Berle and J. Edgar Hoover aren't alive to see this -- they would have fit right in.
Posted by: PeterM | July 09, 2008 at 09:51 AM
In our town the firefighters played Donkey Ball, where they ride donkeys while attempting to play softball.
The town council tried to sell them on Goat Ball instead, but the goats are so short that the firemen's hemlines dragged in the dust.
That was about the time that goats began randomly 'disappearing'...
IYKWIM
Posted by: Circuit7 | July 09, 2008 at 11:05 AM
On the west side of cincinnati, in a suburb called "Delhi" (pronounced dell-HIGH, not "deli" like that gosh-darned foreign place)they've been hosting a charity cross-dressing softball game, the "Delhi Skirt Game," for years. It made sportscenter a few years ago on a slow sports news day.
Posted by: PJtheBarbarian | July 09, 2008 at 11:44 AM
The staff of the radio station/newspaper where I work have somehow gotten into a softball game with the local police department, scheduled for tomorrow. Too bad I hadn't known about the cross-dressing possibilities before now.
Of course, I'm excused from playing...after all, since we're broadcasting the game on the air, someone has to stay, all alone, back at the studio...
Posted by: Susan | July 09, 2008 at 04:55 PM
My brother's the fire chief of my hometown's VFD. I wonder if there's some way I could convince my brother to do this with his department.
Posted by: Glix | July 09, 2008 at 09:39 PM