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Running Joke

May 18th, 2008

In San Francisco we have an annual athletic event that over time has gone horribly wrong.

The Bay to Breakers is a 12 kilometer run, jog, walk, crawl. Elite athletes start the race, because if they had to weave past the costumed mob that congregates each spring, they just wouldn’t bother showing up.

It is the mob that helps solidify San Francisco’s global reputation as an open air asylum (and I mean that in a good way). What was originally a foot race has become a marginally organized parade for people normally not allowed to be in parades … or even in public … and an excuse to drink beer for breakfast.

Ahhh Budweiser, the breakfast of ex-champions.

According to the official web site for the event:

For everyone’s safety and enjoyment NO ALCOHOL or NUDITY is allowed …

Yeah, right. This is San Francisco folks. People come here specifically for nudity and booze, and then never leave. Both ingredients are the foundation of the city’s political process. An outdoor event without naked drunks is considered by the average San Franciscan as gauche.

Feel free to browse some of this year’s madness.

2 Responses to “Running Joke”

  1. comment number 1 by: angela

    ‘Some people should _not_ run naked. Or at least they should buy an ass first.’

    I’m not sure who is the most ’sick’ - the naked runners making an exhibition of themselves, or the spectators with nothing better to do than stare, evaluate and take photos of other people’s asses.

  2. comment number 2 by: angela

    I suppose it’s also sick to spend one’s time writing comments about a comment someone made about some ass that no one wants to see.

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