Posts Tagged ‘Leigh’

Karin thanks the factory of fleece

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

lou's

I happen to have a lot of ridiculous sweatshirts. I don’t know why, but I have lots of television show sweatshirts (Greek, Friday Night Lights), sweatshirts from colleges I did not attend, a yachting sweatshirt that I picked up at a shipyard in Amsterdam, more Vassar College hoodies than any alumni should ever own, and a few that are just ugly but I’m attached to for no particular reason.

Out of this mass of cotton and hoods, I have two favorites. One is big and gray and I always have to chew on the hood strings and sleeves when I wear it. It probably is just one big virus at this point, but I still love it. The other is a Leigh High School Panthers bright blue hoodie. Now, I didn’t actually attend Leigh High School and the only person I know who went to the school is Craig.

When Craig and I first started dating, my friend Georgia and I became obsessed with the fact that he was from such a small Nebraskan town (population 442) and went to a high school with all of 80 kids, total. We learned absolutely everything we could about that school without point blank asking Craig about it. We memorized the lunch calendar (January 7th – Soup, Cinnamon Roll, Applesauce, Cheese Stick, Carrots), learned everything about the football team (those Wendt boys are a threat!), and well, fell just under the label of “crazed stalker.”

To commemorate our love for the Panthers, Georgia kindly bought us smurf blue Leigh High School Panther hoodies, direct from Lou’s sporting goods in Fremont, NE, a mere hour away from Leigh. And when the sweatshirts were taking too long to make, Georgia called up Lou’s everyday to demand they be made at a speedier pace. We have our big city time expectations after all. Now, we both have one and agree it’s one of the highest quality (and weirdest to posess) sweatshirts on the market! As Georgia just emailed me: “I bleed Panther blue.”

Georgia made me this little number at work today. This is what we would look like if we were stars of the Leigh panthers.

Georgia made me this little number at work today. This is what we would look like if we were stars of the Leigh panthers.

G Bobs showing off the greatest sweatshirt ever made. Yes, she once washed it, slept in it and told me it looked like a smurf was murdered in her bed, but never mind that! It's like a second skin!

G Bobs showing off the greatest sweatshirt ever made. Yes, she once washed it, slept in it and told me it looked like a smurf was murdered in her bed, but never mind that! It's like a second skin!

Karin thanks the man in the leopard skivvies

Monday, June 28th, 2010

craigundies

On Saturday during the drive to West Virginia, Craig and I got into a very deep meaningful conversation about men’s underwear. That’s how we roll on the weekends – we discuss the meaning of life, nuclear disarmament and the intricacies of undies.

I can be rather picky when it comes to what’s going on in the underwear department, both for myself and for Craig. For him I like ‘em tight. Solid colored boxer briefs so snug I can barely take them off. Yes, he may have to sacrifice breathing or walking like a normal human being, but isn’t it worth it?

As we glided towards the Maryland/West Virginia border, Craig started laughing like a crazed country boy, remembering a story from his Leigh, Nebraska days.  ”Are you sure you want to hear this,” he kept asking while cackling down the highway? “Are you really sure?” At this point I was frothing at the mouth, ready to drown myself in the Shenandoah River if he didn’t start talking.

“Well, when I was 15, 16 I used to wear leopard print briefs. You know, to impress the ladies. All the guys did!” All the guys did? Impress the ladies? My oh my what is going on under those overalls in small town America? “You mean Michelle?” I asked referring to his high school girlfriend. “And by all the guys, you mean the whole Leigh High School football team was roaming around in leopard print?” Craig laughed still zooming down the highway. “Well, Chad had a pair! So did Mark, but we called him Boog. And he was a bigger guy too.” By this point I’m laughing so hard I think I might asphyxiate myself from the hysterics. But Craig just keeps going. “This one night when I was 15, I got so drunk that I ended up on my front lawn in nothing but those leopards. And I could barely walk. I think I was crawling.”

As I reflect back on all the underwear I have owned in my life, I just don’t think I have anything to match the ridiculousness of Craig’s leopard briefs. But there is always next weekend.

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This is kind of what I imagine Craig looked like in that underwear. Man oh man I wish he had pictures.