I'm not an accredited DWF historian, so someone correct me if I'm wrong..
but my first personal memories of the drag shows & costume balls start in the early 80s.. The 'Skins had the Hogettes & a (DBF)Black Indian, who were staples at RFK. The Cowboys had a Black Cowboy in the 70s (I think), but he & the Skins' Indian were probably pioneering anamolies @ that time.
I remember, Cleveland had a full-on DWF 'dawg pound' by the mid 80s, which was an end zone filled w/half-retarded White guys chewing on dog bones.. The Raiders' Black Hole (for me) is still the quintessential example of DWF buffoonery.. not sure when they got started
I'm too young to attest to football fans during the mid 70s, but watching old highlights I think that may have been when ppl started showing up for cold-weather games shirtless wearing a messily painted letter from PACKERS or BILLS on their chest (?)
Average American -
Thanks for the reply, mate.
Although the Super Bowl has been screened live in Australia for as long as I can remember (hell knows why, as nobody besides a few American ex-pats and a handful of Australian enthusiasts evince an interest in the sport - :icon_idea: hang on, hang on, I know why it's shown worldwide... :icon_idea: :icon_wink
I have only ever watched two of the games. I never could stand the sight of Negroes...
But being a curious kid, I wanted to see what all of the NFL hype ("the world's finest athletes", et cetera) was actually about, so I recall watching Super Bowl XVI (San Francisco 49ers vs Cincinnati Bengals) and XVII (Washington Redskins vs Miami Dolphins). Unsurprisingly, I was thoroughly appalled by the Negro count, which was still obviously much lower than it is today, so I can only imagine the revulsion You boys must feel now...
I didn't experience any "DWF" culture first-hand until I went to university and encountered certain American students. That was an eye-opener and a half. Mind You, the great majority of Americans were likeable, perfectly "normal" people who tended to be far more polite than our locals. With some of the Southerners, I could even use the big bad N-word in private conversation without causing the usual controversial stir.
One particular American bloke I knew could have featured on the cover of a DWF How-To manual - apart from the fact that he didn't touch alcohol, that is. But this genetic dumpster certainly didn't require alcohol to make a fool of himself for he possessed prodigious "natural talent" in that area...
With the salient exception of boozing, this fellow effortlessly perpetuated every conceivable negative stereotype of the "iconic" lard-arsed US couch-potato sports fan: loud, tactless mouth puffing out vegetation-wilting halitosis; freakishly misshapen, sweat-drenched, porcine physique complete with classic hirsute pot belly and sickeningly jiggling tits; a prematurely receding hairline atop a frighteningly empty cranium; comically mismatched, slogan-emblazoned "clothing" accentuated by a bright, ever-present baseball cap; beaming pride in ripping off ear-splitting, underpants-ruining farts which would literally have people gagging and rushing towards the door (seriously...); reading sports magazines while noisily straining on the piss-stained crapper; all topped off with adamantine addictions to the NFL, NBA, junk food, inter-racial porn, phone-sex line masturbation, and dirt-cheap whores. Yes, this grotty monstrosity was - and, if he hasn't succumbed to some nasty "social disease", doubtlessly remains - a marketing guru's pop-in-the-pyjamas dream...
By the way, my only exposure to the NBA occurred via American students, who'd sit around a TV raucously watching extended highlights packages which were broadcast in Australia during the "basketball boom" of the early 1990s. All Negroes aside, from a strictly sporting viewpoint I found it unbearable as any form of defence always appeared to result in some sort of foul. The over-the-top game commentary was even worse, with annoying voices constantly shrieking "Yeeeaaahhhhh!" and lovingly referring to players by an assortment of outlandish nicknames like "The Mailman", "The Admiral", and the ****ing "Human Highlight". That last one was - inadvertently - quite humorous, simply because it was so bloody ironic :icon_lol:. Funnily enough, I never lasted for more than fifteen or twenty minutes before vacating the premises in disgust...
The NBA commentary was right on par with that of an MLS game I saw brief highlights of in perhaps the first or second season of the competition (1996-1997). A goalkeeper saved a penalty and the commentator instantly went nuts, screaming "Yeeeaaaahhh! He's saved the penalty kick! Now
thaaattt's big tiiiimmme!" I just sat there grimacing and shaking my head while quickly lowering the volume on the remote control...