Stymied

This fall Tom and Gregg went to an Idaho State University football game, where the Bengals, more commonly known as the Bungles, took the field yet again in their eternally futile quest for gridiron glory. The contest we saw was against the fightin' Wildcats of Weber State University. While the contest was close and moderately thrilling, the thing that got the pulse of the three of us up the most was the Weber State cheerleaders, which I like to refer to as the Wildcat-ettes.

Stunning is an apt word to describe the quantity and quality of beauty on parade that halcyon afternoon, seductive as they were in their midriff baring attire. More than once we missed some of the action between the lines of play, as our attention was diverted to the other side of the field to watch the gymnastics and exhortations of the Wildcat-ettes. Wonderful.

And since that day the legend of these gals has spread throughout the West, reaching all the way to Portland, whose Portland State Vikings compete in the same athletic conference as Weber State. Because of that, the Weber State basketball team rolled into town last Thursday, giving Richard a chance to see first-hand these nigh mythical nymphs I've spoken of before. Alas, mythical they will have to remain for Richard. For you see, they never appeared in the gym that night last week; only the Portland State cheerleaders were on hand. That motley crew of lasses was a poor subsitute for the Weber State girls, poor enough that I found myself actually watching the basketball game more intently than I had planned to. The horror.

If you get a chance, anyone out there, to catch Weber on their home court, take it. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by the Wildcat-ettes.

On a side note, I have to confess that this whole experience with the ISU/WSU football game was sort of emasculating. First off, ISU plays in Division I-AA, meaning that their division is lower than the I-A, which sports 117 football programs. At best, then, the top I-AA schools are probably only 118th or lower in the country; nevertheless, none of the three of us were fit enough to take the field for either time. Rubbing salt into the wound was the fact that the male cheerleaders for Weber State were all considerably larger than us, meaning that not only are we too wimply to play in I-AA football, we are too weak to even cheer for it.