Hmm. Short 20th Street is blocked off, there is about 400 cubic yards of foundry sand laid down on it, it’s 94 degrees and 50% humidity, and there are tons of sweaty, muscular übergynes walking around with shorts and tank tops and hobnailed boots on. It can only mean one thing…The Southeastern Police and Fire Championship Games tug-of-war competition! OO-rah!

This event, sponsored by the Alabama Police and Firefighter’s Association (and I have looked in vain for a link to either the Games or anything else with more information), draws cops and smokebreathers from around the South every year to a point directly below my window, where I have a great view of grunting girlitude. (There are guys here, too, of course, but who cares about them?!) In the Possumblog panoply of female athletes, tug o’ war women are right up there with biathletes, softball players, and beach volleyball players. I have put in a request to the International Olympic Committee for the inclusion of a new women’s sport which combines the best elements of all four—firearms, bikinis, large, well-toned thigh and gluteal muscles, dirt, and repetitive jumping motions.

What?! Why is everyone staring at me like that?
posted by Terry at 4:17:00 PM