...a large group of (large) people file into the YMCA pool area on a Sunday afternoon and fill the bleachers, not to watch me finish my set, but to conduct a baptism.
They stayed away from the lap swimmers.
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hey beth-
was your "north" comment directed to me? :D
you know you're a swimmer from the north...
when you walk outside after practice during the winter and your hair freezes!
you know you're a swimmer from the north...
when every high school has it's own pool, even schools that don't have teams!
Originally posted by laineybug
You know you are swimming in the south when the pool is closed every afternoon for several hours while the daily thunderstorms roll through.
You know you are swimming in the south when someone asks, "Do y'all mind if I share this lane with you," rather than just jumping in.
These are soooooooo TRUE!!!
Too funny!
Originally posted by newmastersswimmer
You know you're swimming in Galveston Bay when your concept of swimming with flotation devices is being hemmed in on all sides by a pack of Portuguese Manawar!
Wouldn't that be "men of war"? or perhaps "men O' war". I don't think the plural of "man O'/of war" is "manawar".
You know you are swimming in the South when the workouts are an hour long but the swimming is only half an hour cause the coach talks so slow.
You know you are swimming in the South because next door is a combo tire/lube place with a saloon in the back.
You know you are swimming in the South because the backstroke flags have cow faces on them. (I've seen this one).
You know you are swimming in the South cause everyone calls everyone Bubba. (Coach: Hey, Bubba, let Bubba there start off).
You know you are swimming in the South because the address numbers on the building are gone; the previous owners moved and took the address with them so they wouldn't have to put in a change of address.
during the summer you go to the pool in the afternoon and the place is almost deserted because it is too hot to be in the outdoor pool and the indoor pool is too crowded.
you go to the outdoor pool at 6AM, swim a couple of laps, then drink your entire bottle of water and decide to get out because the pool water is too hot and didn't cool off over night.
You know you're swimming in the South when the pot-luck swim team dinner mostly has buckets of KFC. (That was back in the '70's in a N. VA suburb--but it was sooooooo good!)
