Stay Classy, Shipyard

The other night, I pitched for a team some of my co-workers have put together in my employer's most competitive softball division. My co-workers are seriously talented, my hitting power is declining sharply with age and my legs are slowing. My contributions are definitely only part-time this year, there is a lot else going on right now that's more important than softball. That's not the point, though. The game went fine enough, we were generally outclassed by a team that, from top to bottom on the roster, featured guys bigger than me, which is a first. That's not the point either.

They were sponsored by a strip club. This group of lunks decided to do there part in the further disintegration of Western Civilization, and probably get their league fees paid for them in the process. Even in this day and age, this was a bit of a surprise. This particular crew was exclusively guys from the shipyard, and I am well aware that is a rough place. Nonetheless, didn't they feel any sort of moral conflict with wearing uniforms featuring a strip club's logo? After all, some of the guys have children, what is the message they want to send them?

While surprising, that a group of meat-heads might make this decision does not rock my concept of reality. What does rock my concept of reality, though, is that a major corporation, part of the military-industrial-congressional complex, functioning in an excruciatingly politically correct society, would allow a team in one of its athletic leagues to do this. I know less each day.