…because it apparently had rules of a sort, but they were awfully hard to figure out. I refer, of course, to roller derby.
Tam’s morning post got me to thinking about this. Not that she plays, apparently, but she recently obtained an injury of the sort normally associated with the, um, sport. Got me to thinking about things I’d seen when I was a little boy.
We were jumped-up po’ white trash from central Michigan. I know my way around the social dynamics of a trailer park, and the inside of a K-Mart can still cause flashbacks, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.
Also, when Jim Croce sang about Spike I had no trouble finding a mental image to go with the song. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
Yeah. I still loves me some Croce.
I can’t agree with the pro wrestling comparison. The ladies get into the pseudonyms and some of them even paint their faces, but it’s more of a competition than a performance. As a matter of fact, a friend of mine is on a derby team and I’ll be attending the roller derby this weekend.
Pingback: VCW Federation | It was a little more intellectually stimulating than professional wrestling