We ditch the tank top, crack a cold one and suck it in every now and then. With the exception of the Speedo Brigade, we don't carbo-shed to squeeze into snazzy swim togs.
So as a salute to those of you working hard to get cut and Coppertoned, here's a playlist to crank at Clearwater Beach or, of course, at Camp Weetamoo. His Pop Life blog is at blogs.
Posts tagged ‘tampa’
We're dudes. However, I learned early on that bathing-suit insecurities are largely a female concern.
I looked like a pasty tub of goo. Most guys don't suffer sleepless nights before a big clambake. Way back when, as a porky preteen on the shores of Camp Weetamoo, I concluded that no one cares what I look like on the beach.