Sunday, August 06, 2006

Weird Things Are Afoot at the Home Depot

Wish I'd had my camera for this one -- a few days back, I was over at Home Depot, and there was a fellow there wearing a t-shirt celebrating the virtues of cockfighting. I don't know Spanish, but it was pretty obviously in favor of the practice, rather than opposed (one image of the cocks fighting, another of a single proud rooster). Weirder still, if my interpretation was correct, it appeared to be boosting one particular bird.

I've seen it all now. Shirts celebrating a favorite team? Normal enough. Shirts celebrating favorite NASCAR drivers? Sure, whatever. Favorite bands? Authors? Video games? Sure. But a favorite (sorry) cock? What a strange world.

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A whole bundle of new quality hockey links added to the right, most discovered during my surfing as the five weird things posts spread across the internet like wildfire. Please welcome Ingmar Bergman, Jerseys and Hockey Love, the Battle of California, Stick in Rink, Sisu Hockey, and Orland Kurtenblog. All good sites, all undoubtedly thrilled to be forever linked to a post about cockfighting.


Natalia said...

Mmmm... Cockfighting... All those weird testosterone-related issues just flare up with that one. Heh heh.

Tapeleg said...

Thanks for the linky-linky.

gsdgsd13 said...

Random cockfighting/testosterone-based story (I've got a million of 'em!):

In the summer of 1995, I worked the overnight shift at a hospital, printing out new patient charts and then going around the hospital, replacing them. The second part was tough, especially for someone with little experience with death and the college student's subconscious belief in personal immortality. Printing them out was the height of tedium.

While I'd print, I'd sit there and read -- at that point in life, all hard-boiled crime fic, all the time. I worked with this ratty little Steve Buscemi lookalike (I've forgotten what he did -- he's reduced to a Greek chorus in my memorybanks), a little odd, but generally friendly.

Until he saw me reading Charles Willeford's "The Cockfighter" and flipped out, asking me "What's that about? Guys showing their dicks to each other? Lots of manly tough crap?"

"Uh, it's about cockfighting," I said, meekly.

"Bunch of macho bullshit," he said as he stalked off, leaving me forever terrified.

Anonymous said...

"Random cockfighting/ testosterone- based story..."

And yet no random Bela Lugosi? How is that even possible?