Ta-MAY-to, Ta-MAH-to.
So we, the Flying Monkeys softball team of Philadelphia, are in beautiful San Diego for the World Series…Poway, to be exact. And, now that we’re here, we know that we’ve been pronouncing it incorrectly. We’ve been saying POE-way. Come to find out it’s POW-way. As in Wow and Cow. We’ve decided that we don’t care and we like Poe-way better. So we just keep saying it wrong. Who cares? Our pronunciation adds character….plus we can keep being Po-Diddies.What’s a little sad is that I grew up in a place called Towson. It’s in Maryland. It’s pronounced like Cow-son. I hear people call it TOE-son all the time and I always wonder how they could mess it up. Now I know.
Unfortunately, so far, we’ve lost our first two games…round robin games but they still make an impact. They were both close games and very good games. We have one more round robin tomorrow and then the real fun starts with the double elim rounds. We’re having a GREAT time though!! One of our awesome pick-up players won the Wet Boxer contest last night at a women’s club (the only one left in San Diego) called 6 Degrees. One of our other regular players came in second in the Wet T-Shirt contest. If the contest was really judged on loudness of the audience, our gal would have won for sure. I must admit, thought, the winner did have great ta-tas. They were even real. Come to find out, however, that she's straight...and participating in a lesbian sanctioned event! It's almost akin to Barbra Streisand making a Christmas album. (Don't get me wrong, I love Babs and have her Christmas album....but it is a LITTLE odd.) We all agreed, however…Ta-Tas didn’t NOT deserve to win…but we wanted OUR girl to win! And, as far as we’re concerned, she did. Congrats to N and K!!!!
I’ve also included a picture (with permission from the subject) of Sandi…a team member, mother-to-be, resident cheerleader and hip-hop diva…as evidence in the picture provides. She was dancing to Gwen Stefani and one of our favorite team lyrics, “this shit is bananas…B-A-N-A-N-A-S…” We ARE the Monkeys, after all. Sandi also fashioned a new fight song for us, borrowing from the Iggles fight song. It goes: (and I might not have these EXACTLY right)
Fly, Monkeys, Fly
On the road to victory
Fly, Monkeys, Fly
Get ‘em out now 1, 2, 3…
Hit ‘em low
Hit ‘em far
And let's get to the bar
Fly, Monkeys, Fly
On the road to victory
M-O-N-K-E-Y-S
Tomorrow we start very early so it sounds like it will be a quiet night…drinking around the pool for a bit before we head off to rest our weary party heads.
For now, however, I’m going out to practice parking my rented pseudo SUV (a Chrysler Pacifica)….if you’re a little confused about that, check out Iced Tea Not Coke’s post from a couple days ago.
BTW – I keep seeing the KitKat commercial with Carrie Underwood on it. Ms. Underwood, as you may recall, was the most recent American Idol. On the commercial, however, they have to put her name on there because, let’s face, she’s not really famous yet. So doesn’t that make the term ‘celebrity endorsement’ an oxymoron in this example? If you have to tell people who the famous person is, how famous can s/he be? And if s/he isn’t that famous, how much of an endorsement is it? “Hey, can’t wait to get a KitKat, Carrie Underwood eats them ALL the time!” vs. “I like KitKats and all, but who the hell is Carrie Underwood?”
posted by Cherry Indigo (Cindy) @ 8/16/2005 08:29:00 PM
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