The Oregon Ducks and the teams of the Lingerie Football League have a lot in common: their football squads are probably known more nationwide for their uniforms (or lack thereof) than for their play.
So while the Ducks were getting spanked in the Rose Bowl on New Year’s Day, I was in suburban Seattle covering the Mist as they battled the Dallas Desire.
One of the reasons why I wasn’t satisfied with the camp was that the players weren’t in uniform. And not that I blame them. These game uniforms can’t really be designed for comfort.
On the flip side, I felt a little dorky photographing women in their skivvies with a long lens. Ok, more than a little dorky. But this league makes no illusions: it’s about sexy, barely-nude women playing football. (Why do I imagine my Google search hits will skyrocket with that last sentence?)
At halftime, a fan was selected to try his luck tackling one of the Seattle players. He failed miserably.
The game, too, seemed to slip away quickly. Two halves of 17-minutes of running clock doesn’t seem like a lot. I spent a lot of time trying to make an ironic, iconic image.
If I come back again, I think I’ll bring the 400mm, something I don’t use enough. There’s a Chip Litherland-super-tight detail shot to be had. I’m not used to thinking in that way, so I usually rely on wider glass.
Again, there are no illusions about what this league is about. I’ve read that the league hands out fines if players wear anything under their uniform. Yes, wardrobe malfunctions are a welcome part of the game. And I did have several frames with a nipple popping out. None of those photos was really a good photo, other than evidence that women have nipples. Breaking news.
The arena, though half-full at best, had a certain sexual energy like that in a strip club. The fans, mostly male (go figure), were really into the game, more interested in collisions than touchdowns. I have a feeling if quizzed, not a single fan could have told you the score of the game – or cared.