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Here in San Diego, we have and annual "Over The Line" softball tournament which lasts two weekends per year. During those two weekends, spectators come to see hot women in bikinis play a form of softball (yes, there are guy teams too). The setting is on a small peninsula on the beach and usually resembles a giant frat party/ Mardi Gras for those two weekends out of the year. Occasionally one of the girls attending the event may flash her boobs. Well, this year when my friend an I attended we were greeted with huge signs that stated public displays of nudity were against the law and would not be tolerated. So, the two weekends per year when adults could have a little risque fun is no more. Will I be there next year? Nope and I'm sure many others will be missing the non-event in the future too. Did I attend just for the occasional glimpse at boobs? Nah, I really enjoy walking around in the hot sun all afternoon in the desert, drinking overpriced beer, standing in long lines to use the smelly outhouses while watching old men play softball. Seriously though, its not like Mardi Gras is every day in New Orleans nor is that festive in San Diego...ever. But, is it really so bad to have a little of that crazy, juvenile fun just a few days per year? Apparently so.
Here in San Diego, we have and annual "Over The Line" softball tournament which lasts two weekends per year. During those two weekends, spectators come to see hot women in bikinis play a form of softball (yes, there are guy teams too). The setting is on a small peninsula on the beach and usually resembles a giant frat party/ Mardi Gras for those two weekends out of the year. Occasionally one of the girls attending the event may flash her boobs. Well, this year when my friend an I attended we were greeted with huge signs that stated public displays of nudity were against the law and would not be tolerated. So, the two weekends per year when adults could have a little risque fun is no more. Will I be there next year? Nope and I'm sure many others will be missing the non-event in the future too. Did I attend just for the occasional glimpse at boobs? Nah, I really enjoy walking around in the hot sun all afternoon in the desert, drinking overpriced beer, standing in long lines to use the smelly outhouses while watching old men play softball. Seriously though, its not like Mardi Gras is every day in New Orleans nor is that festive in San Diego...ever. But, is it really so bad to have a little of that crazy, juvenile fun just a few days per year? Apparently so.