Super Sonics

One early morning last week I went to my truck to begin the day’s work and relieve the overnight shift guys when I saw them all gathered in a huddle ogling over something. Normally, I’d not have thought twice about that type of boyish giddiness that usually means whatever is going on, I’ll wind up being responsible for or having to answer if I get involved. But this excitement was unusually energetic and eventually I caved and went over to see what the fuss was about. So I enter the circle and look in the middle at the object that has captured the full attention of each and ever soldier. It’s a signed photograph of one of the soldiers in that circle holding a Seattle Super Sonic NBA Cheerleader in a carrying position posing for the camera.

I quickly learned what it seems everyone else had long been privy to; the fact that the Super Sonic Cheerleaders were HERE in our very own camp the night before. That day happened to be a rare and very much needed day off for me so I had locked myself away in my barracks and refused to answer the door the several times someone knocked on it throughout the day. Consequently, I never got the news. I didn’t even leave my barracks to eat that day.
The question I keep wondering is what kind of a twisted person gets the great idea to send a group of beautiful young provocatively clad women into a herd of overstressed, overworked, sexually deprived and frustrated soldiers to strut and dance and tease? Though I may well have gone to see them myself had I known, if only for the sheer fact of the rare entertainment opportunity, I’m glad I didn’t. I must admit it was quite frustrating for the next three days to listen to everyone’s stories about getting to hold one for the camera and getting to dance with them and such and being completely out of the loop. Sheesh.