Our commitment to developing women’s tackle football nationally has become a major initiative for the LFL as we focus on building a better on-field product. Obviously the improvement of our game is directly tied into the development of the future LFL athlete. What excites us at the league is seeing the caliber of athletes improve so vastly each season, now imagine in five years when we start fielding athletes that have trained their entire life for the opportunity to play LFL Football’, said, Mitchell S. Mortaza, Founder & Chairman, Lingerie Football League, LLC.
You’d think that I’d own up to knowing that anything even remotely about sex is almost guaranteed to drive a good deal of traffic to WWJD. Well, pardon me, but I’m going to try to hang on to the illusion that people find me because of the brilliance of my tightly-constructed prose, my rapier wit, and my erudite, intellectually sound insight.
Yeah, right….
I’ve been getting a LOT of traffic of late due to a couple of posts I’ve written on the Lingerie Football League. While I’d rather be known as a writer who made a compelling argument for arresting George W. Bush and Dick Cheney on war crimes charges, sometimes you have to take what you can get, knowhutimean?
While you might be forgiven for thinking that the LFL is just a cheap excuse to separate dateless males from their hard-earned money (which it basically is) by appealing to their more…um, prurient interests…the league evidently has more lofty and selfless aspirations. While it’s understandably difficult to take a game seriously when the combatants are wearing lace panties, the LFL would have us believe that they ARE serious. In fact, they’re couching their seriousness in the cloak of promoting youth football league for young girls. Of course, I’m all for equal opportunity and allowing young girls to play tackle football if they choose, but even I have to wonder if this is less about equal opportunity than it is ensuring the LFL a steady supply of pulchritude players they can squeeze into those lace panties and push-up bras.
I’m not big on thinly veiled sexism, but when you think about it, what would you rather watch- a team full of attractive, athletic, and skimpily-clad women? Or 350 pounds of Butch Wilfork rumbling down the field with a recovered fumble?
I rest my case.
