What a Fukujoke

My friend Thporth is a quasi-regular reader of our site, and often sends me links to things which he feels would make for good blogging fodder.

This time, he didn’t need to send a link because he is the fodder. Or at least his wife, Mrs. Thporth, is.

Thporth and The Mrs. are Cubs fans in a strange territory unfamiliar with the workings of Major League Baseball. I don’t want to get too specific here, but The Mrs. works at a Big 12 university that uses orange as its primary color, has a now-41-year-old man coaching the football team, and produced one of the greatest basketball talents in North American history.

Anyway, every Friday at her workplace is Casual Friday. And she would occasionally celebrate her casualness by wearing a Kosuke Fukudome t-shirt to work. That is until a couple weeks ago, when an edict came from down from the mountain declaring that the shirt was not appropriate for the workplace. And no, we’re not talking about one of those “Horry Kow” shirts. This is a regular “Fukudome 1″ jersey.

Now, I could understand if the reasoning of her boss was “I’m not gonna have you wearing the jersey of a guy who is batting like .035 in August and September.” Instead, it was the decidedly less satisfying “people may interpret it the wrong way.”

I interpret it like this: people from Okla, er, that place I’m not naming, are pretty stupid.