Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Thursday, September 11, 2008

All That Spaz


Sure, Maurice was a sports photog. But deep down inside, he was a DAN-cer. It had aways been that way, But in the rough and tumble Northwest, male pattern pirouettes were often frowned upon. So Maurice hid behind the lens and kept his Jazz Hands to himself. It wasn't always easy. At practices he found himself yearning to storm the gridiron in streamers and tights. When traveling with the team he studied the angles and coveted the spangle of all those bitchy cheerleader routines. The games were the worst, however. The crowd, the music, the lights! Maurice knew it was only a matter of time before his inner demons would win out and he'd take the field for a few impromptu hip-hop moves - or if the mood struck him - perhaps a little Cameraman Cabaret...

He only hoped the security goons would go easy on him.

6 comments:

Roch101 said...

Video! We want video!

El Borracho said...

Don't ya have to know someone to rip them???

EL-GUAPO said...

Bwaaa Haaa Haaa!!!

No you don't have to know someone to rip 'em. Classic stuff, 'slinger!

I feel like I owe you a beer for that one.

El Borracho said...

To set the record straight... I was "studying the cheerleaders" when guapo snapped this masterpiece.

really, i was.

Lenslinger said...

For-geeve me, el borracho, but I was so inspired by your gleeful expression I simply couldn't resist. I'd hoped you'd take this perceived rip as some kind of tribute. Should you still feel wronged, I can offer you any number of horrific mullet pictures in which you can use to denigrate me.

Really, I don't mind!

El Borracho said...

It's cool.

How'd you know I always wanted to be named Maurice???