But I don't want my chocolate pudding served with my mashed potatoes. I like football and I like to watch well-endowed women dance. But I don't want well-endowed women dancing onto the field during a football game. But you can tell from the look in their eyes that deep inside, they're experiencing the same kind of disappointment a man knows the day his super-sexy girlfriend turns and asks why he can't keep his shirt tucked in. She was supposed to be his red hot mama, not his mama.
Men are more comfortable when babes are babes, wives are wives and mothers are mothers.
Voluptuous cheerleaders are all fine and dandy, but they better do their shaking on the sidelines and save the physical congratulations for the post-game party. You can eat meat, potatoes and peas in the same meal, but you better not turn football into a casserole. Judith K. McGinnis' column appears in this space on Thursdays. Users of this site are subject to our User Agreement. Please read it.