whassup with the shirt?
i do believe that i forgot to mention the fact that i may be turning into a woman.
a couple of weeks ago, i was up late and found myself watching the dallas cowboys cheerleader tryouts on cmt. if this sounds masculine just because the show featured alot of hot women jumping and spinning around for two hours, that's where you would be correct. on the other hand, the main point the show was trying to convey was that the emotions and stress these women endure in order to "put on the most special uniform in the world." i didn't get caught up in the "emotional rollercoaster" but did have a good time laughing at how sad the whole process is. charlotte couldn't believe i was watching such crap until she realized that she was engrossed as well.
now for the really alarming development. last tuesday i was extremely sick. i didn't get out of bed for much of anything. to make matters worse, there was not much on television, and i didn't want to get up to choose a dvd. what was that song bruce sang about something like 67 channels? well, i was living it. i ended up watching -here it comes- an hbo special about the usa women's soccer team. i had heard of these women, and even knew a few of their names( who can forget that nike commercial with kg and brandi chastain? classic.) check it out-
http://www.foosballheaven.com/mov/nikebrandigarnett.mov
nevertheless, i am a bit of a sports misogynist, so i had never seen anything any of them had done. this was a two hour show about the history of the team from 1991 or so until 2005 when the last of the old-timers retired (mia hamm and two other chicks i can't remember.)
it was a compelling story...starting with no money or support from the us soccer federation, very little to no fan support, and your typical spattering of "human interest" stories. in the end, they were the best in the world and selling out 75,000 seat football stadiums. somewhere along the way, i got caught up in the story and it got pretty emotional. i was really grateful no one else was home.
i like to think it was a near overdose of benadryl that caused my temporary chick-osity. barring that, i guess i need to find out when oprah is on. excuse me, i think i need to vomit after writing that last.
a couple of weeks ago, i was up late and found myself watching the dallas cowboys cheerleader tryouts on cmt. if this sounds masculine just because the show featured alot of hot women jumping and spinning around for two hours, that's where you would be correct. on the other hand, the main point the show was trying to convey was that the emotions and stress these women endure in order to "put on the most special uniform in the world." i didn't get caught up in the "emotional rollercoaster" but did have a good time laughing at how sad the whole process is. charlotte couldn't believe i was watching such crap until she realized that she was engrossed as well.
now for the really alarming development. last tuesday i was extremely sick. i didn't get out of bed for much of anything. to make matters worse, there was not much on television, and i didn't want to get up to choose a dvd. what was that song bruce sang about something like 67 channels? well, i was living it. i ended up watching -here it comes- an hbo special about the usa women's soccer team. i had heard of these women, and even knew a few of their names( who can forget that nike commercial with kg and brandi chastain? classic.) check it out-
http://www.foosballheaven.com/mov/nikebrandigarnett.mov
nevertheless, i am a bit of a sports misogynist, so i had never seen anything any of them had done. this was a two hour show about the history of the team from 1991 or so until 2005 when the last of the old-timers retired (mia hamm and two other chicks i can't remember.)
it was a compelling story...starting with no money or support from the us soccer federation, very little to no fan support, and your typical spattering of "human interest" stories. in the end, they were the best in the world and selling out 75,000 seat football stadiums. somewhere along the way, i got caught up in the story and it got pretty emotional. i was really grateful no one else was home.
i like to think it was a near overdose of benadryl that caused my temporary chick-osity. barring that, i guess i need to find out when oprah is on. excuse me, i think i need to vomit after writing that last.
posted by cm at 4/05/2006
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