We now interrupt the Bloggy Break for this shocking bit of news:
[This is warning for those potentially offended by talk of and linking to nudity.]
So we went to a potluck dinner last night with our Baptist friends. Its what they do best, right? In the midst of the gluttony feasting, the talk naturally turned to the Olympics. The guys chatted up the various amazing feats of our athletes in China. Then they turned the conversation towards Women’s Beach Volley ball.
“Incredible, how so-and-so and so-and-so work so well together.”
“Yeah, this one girl they called 5’7, but she’s gotta be at least 6’0 even!”
“I could watch Beach Volleyball allllll the time!”
At which point I nearly lost my supper.
You see…if you haven’t noticed….the Women’s Beach Volleyball teams all wear what I could consider poor choices for underwear. Very tiny bikinis.
The Men’s Beach Volleyball competitors wear sleeveless tanks and board shorts. Neck to Knees are covered.
Just what MEN want to see. Good sports. Ahem.
But good Baptist Men? Of course that is what they will proclaim, even in the mixed company of their wives.
[Aside: I like sports. I watch the swimming competitions and some of the gymnastics, if hubby is out of the room. The swimmers have these nifty new full body suits. I also enjoy the Track & Field events. I just like seeing people do what they do best and make their families and countries proud.]