As of Friday night, Chris and I officially earned our Mommy (and Daddy) Scouts Badge for “Taking two kids, one that is under six weeks old, to the Circus, not getting home until 11pm, and living to tell about it.”
And it was worth it – even the ridiculously priced light-up spinning toy souvenir that had offshooting and equally spinning appendages that couldn’t wait for the opportunity to accidentally slap a parent in the face with their pointy stars or, worse yet, an infant baby brother.
But besides the injuries I sustained from those sadistic spinning stars, I was immediately jealous on my state’s behalf of the opening National Anthem performance.
Do you have ANY IDEA how much more interesting Alabama football would be for me if we actually got a REAL elephant mascot on field?? I’ve been pining for one since my first football season, way back last century in 1999!!
(Although I slept through most of the games that year since I didn’t even know what a first down was, so maybe I was dreaming about that elephant instead of pining after it, but nevertheless…)
I mean really, how much could an Elephant cost? If Nick Saban can get a $200,000 bonus for winning the 2009 National Championship, SURELY we can afford an Elephant! And THEN, Auburn could get a Tiger with their 2010 National Championship spoils, and our state would rock!!
(And be full of PETA protesters.)
AND if Alabama also adopted my idea of Houndsturf, it’d help hide all of the unsightly piles of Elephant Poo!!
(Until a player slipped in one… but that’d just add an extra element of difficulty for the opponents.)
I certainly mean no offense to Big Al or anything,
But I digress. Back to the Circus.
My favorite were the guys who ran, jumped, jumped rope, and jumped back and forth onto each other’s metal rings as they circled ‘round and ‘round,
Besides the National Anthem Elephant, they had about ten more of the magnificent creatures, but only one of them was special enough to have a tramp stamp on either side of it’s hinder.
Or, as Ali called them, “Bum Stars”.
Hopefully, Bum Star won’t be a foretelling of Ali’s future tattoo choices.
My observations of the Circus were:
- I was amazed at how, even though I hadn’t been in well over 20 years, the acts are basically the same – just with moderned-up wardrobes.
- In my world of social-media-lengthed attention span (140 characters or less), the buildup, drama, and length of the individual acts seemed a bit long to me. I apparently need a Twitter-Lengthed Circus.
Chris’ Observation was:
- It was like watching “America’s Got Talent” – only live, and with scores of people employed as animal-pooper-scoopers.
- It totally rocked. Every second of it.
- Waaaah, Sleep, Waaaaah.
And when we left, I was thrilled to leave my first mini under the seats, just like everyone else at football games do:
Oh. Enfamil minis are a bit different than Jack Daniels minis, huh?
(Yes, I’m too shy to breastfeed in public, even with my super-duper hooter-hider.)
…But back to football.
If the Circus can afford 10 of them, I am CERTAIN the University of Alabama can afford one.
…although she might have a Bum Star or two. But as long as it’s not a Tiger Paw Print, I think we’re good.