Friday, March 2, 2012
Spectator Sport
It's baaaaaack.
The state wrestling championships!
Three days of hot, young, nubile high school boys grappling each other, grabbing each others' junk, shoving their faces in each others' crotches, held in a city rife with pedophilia. Good times.
When it was held here last year, I though it was just an unfortunate coincidence. I assumed it rotated through other cities, but evidently it's ALWAYS held in Bakersfield. Can't imagine why that would be.
There's nothing wrong with wrestling per se, although I find it curious it seems to be most popular in the more homophobic parts of the country. What's creepy are the spectators who are just a little too... interested.
Last night on the news they showed footage from last year. The camera focused on two muscular boys, glistening with sweat, entwined with each other and then panned up into the stands, which were full almost exclusively with middle aged men with binoculars and cameras.
So very, very wrong. So very, very Bako.
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