Once upon a short time ago...

Once upon a short time ago it was football season again and time for what has been my annual check out of the OG half-time parade. You could call it the march of the $1.lap dance special, but the way that all the nearly nude ladies enter through wide open doors on the east side of the big screen viewing room, parade fantasies can abound...or abounce. As if all the cheerleaders forgot their uniforms. Or lost a bet on the game whose penalty was not the loss of money.

Alas, the parade passed me by. I planned on arriving a little before 7;30 pm, the mid-game point, but was delayed and found the third quarter running as I walked in.

There was one girl on one stage in the west room, which has normal size TV monitors mounted near the ceiling for those who can divide their attention between football and curves.

Usually there have been one or two or more complete knockouts (to use the language of another sport) but many of the dancers may have left after half-time endeavors. There were, of course, some very attractive ladies but not in the number on premises of past visits.

Snacks were being served: hot dogs, spicy chicken wings and pizza. They were complimentary but a prominent tip jar could intimidate you into feeling a bit guilty if some small donation was not made.