MYRTLE BEACH – Still here in the South, soaking up the sun and humidity and haven’t stopped eating whatever my sister, a former chef, has been serving up. Some friends from up north vacationed here as well and met up with them for a visit to the beach and pool where the brainchild for today’s post was hatched. It really is amazing at the smattering of diversity when it comes to sports allegiance and people who advertise such at vacation spots if we are so inclined to take notice. Here are a few of my poolside observations.
Cleveland Browns I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things or not but there were two sightings of Browns gear within fifteen minutes of each other–one a Browns helmet on a pair of swim trunks and the other a very weathered hat probably from the Brian Sipe days. These were clearly two separate parties as the pair were seated far from each other. God must really feel sorry for Browns fans since these two schlubs sported hairy beer bellies but were attached to some of the pool’s better female specimen. I’m still not sure how these two guys pulled this feat off.
Baltimore Ravens From vanity license plate reading “RRRAVEN,” to rear window decals on a few other vehicles, there has been a large contingent of Ravens paraphernalia walking around this part of South Carolina. This crowd has seemed a little more rowdier (R.I.P. Roddy Piper) than most but we are talking about Harm City after all.
Baltimore Orioles An older gentlemen was very easy to spot along the local Costco customer service area wearing a bright orange polo knit with the cartoonish bird mascot worn during the 70’s and 80’s. The old geezer kept things a bit more current as he also sported an orange hat with a script “O”. During lunch at Big Mike’s Soul Food restaurant (the fried whiting with okra, collard greens, mac ‘n cheese, sweet southern cornbread, peach cobbler, and soft drink for $10.50 was ridiculous), we overheard more representation from Baltimore seated behind our table and chalked it up to Maryland being along the I-95 corridor.
Dallas Cowboys Yeah, you don’t have to look very far for these fans because there’s usually one in every crowd. This forty-something looked even more clueless than me and is clearly getting to be the norm among the Cowboys faithful since it has been a long time between Super Bowls.
Pittsburgh Steelers Where do fat people from the U.S.A.’s robust Steel City hang out? The answer clearly is South Carolina. Maybe they come for the sun but more likely the Soul Food and they have come in droves. Clearly the new America’s Team, there are locals sporting dressed up trucks (they can’t fit in Toyotas) among visitors from Pennsylvania, and even a bumper sticker spotted inside a local liquor store where I purchased a bottle of great tasting Maker’s 46.
That’s it for me, today. Gotta get back to the pool. West Coast Craig, tomorrow.
P.s… How about them Mets?!
