Lingerie football is a game I enjoy watching. It is the only professional sport I can watch on televsion longer than three to five minutes without stirring from restless disinterest or falling asleep. Watching a show on TV last year my wife walked in and turned the channel to a lingerie football game. Before I could protest I was hooked for an hour and a half watching the games. The games didn’t drag on and on and my head didn’t go numb like in men’s football having to listen to whatever is annoying about the broadcasters. The women’s outfits are fantastic and they are tough as all. The first fifteen minutes of the first game I saw a woman’s arm broke and another was hurt so bad she had to be carried off the field.
I don’t know most of the rules in football. As a kid when I was interested in it I knew a lot of the rules. I loved sitting with my father on Saturdays or Sundays watching the Cleveland Browns play anybody. Back then the Washington DC football team was all white and refused to hire any coloreds, but Jim Brown, back then, sparked race pride much deeper than Jackie Robinson because Jim Brown didn’t have mercy and he didn’t need to play ‘the game’ he controlled the game and the image of himself was the image he put on the screen. Negroes back then got it, and we wuz closer to the emancipation of slaves than we is now, and could feel these things in the subtle ways of our grandparents even if white folks had another language for Jim Brown’s speed and fierceness. We were proud of Jackie Robinson. He was elegant and a class act, and that was important. Wasn’t no child didn’t hear his or her parents or some other grown folk say, “
Chile, you gotta be better than the whites. You need to be better and smarter than the dumbest white man and the smarter than any man… White folks’ll hire the dumbest white to be your boss, but you and they gots ta know you’se smarther than they...” - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
