Ironically, the planned topic for today's blog was: Silly things firemen dream up when they go too long without an emergency. I debated whether or not to proceed with this post. Yet I felt that there was no better time to show how goofy and real these guys are.
There are people in the "established" media who will always paint firemen and policemen in broad strokes: they are either heroes or villains. Any time there is the slightest bit of scandal, they're all lumped together as bad apples. Whenever one of them is injured or killed, suddenly all firemen and policemen walk on water and perform daily miracles. In all actuality, they are normal guys with normal flaws who like normal things. It just so happens that in-between planning wheelchair relay races, they may get called to run into a fire or perform CPR on blue people. After that, they come home and get yelled at by their wives for leaving their underwear on the bathroom floor. Again. I mean, the basket is right there.
With no wives or girlfriends around to check them at the firehouse, the fellas recently hatched a plan to race aerodynamically-engineered wheelchairs at their yearly softball tournament. They called up the competition and set the ground rules. It was not a project meant to offend anyone, but rather an exercise in making something go super-duper fast. If they were still little boys, they would build Go-Karts. But most firemen are just way too big to fit into Go-Karts. So wheelchairs were the next best thing.
Some images from the big race:
|When I got a look at the competition, I figured Joe's house was doomed.|
|Our chair looked a tad amateurish in comparison.|
|My husband: relay-race hero or firehouse scapegoat?|
I have since heard rumblings that next year's race may include pogo sticks and a unicycle. I'll be sure to bring the camera. And extra bandages.
Thank you, guys. For everything.