Monday, September 15, 2008

Oh, Great...Just Great

As if we didn't already have enough road hazards to be mindful of...

Wild pigs menacing farmers and joggers across Michigan

And it isn't just farmers who suffer. "I've seen yards they destroyed in populated areas up in Midland County that look like they were rototilled," Rusz said. "We've had reports of them menacing joggers in southeastern Michigan."

Side note: I wish the media would call us what we really are: runners. I'm not a "jogger." I run. You run. We all run.

8 comments:

RazZDoodle said...

I don't think I"ll be running any races in Michigan any time soon. Pigs and stalkers? No thanks.

Big said...

Late night libations can lead to a lack of long distance running. *Yes I’m proud of my alliteration.* And I agree, we are runners, not joggers. That is why I’m glad the wild pigs are only attacking joggers, otherwise I would be worried.

tfh said...

That article is pretty harsh. It actually made me feel sympathetic toward the wild pigs. Besides, running with them could be fun-- maybe Michigan could start up a Running of the Boars.

Sarah said...

Razz-- I don't know...I think rabid Cornhusker fans might be equally as dangerous... ;)

Nitmos said...

That's alright. I call the teleprompter readers on the evening news "dipshits" so, I guess, I don't care if they call me a jogger.

Vava said...

This is a great question: where is the line that divides joggers and runners? or Pigs and teleprompter people?

P.O.M. said...

Maybe a pig chasing me is just what I need to increase my speed.

Or I would think someone slpped some acid into my gatoraid.

chia said...

Usually I call the pigs chasing me "ex-boyfriends." Maybe I should move to your side :-)