The Next Big Thing
I’m not an organizer. I’m not a executor. I’m an idea guy. Y’know, like Michael Keaton jabbering into his micro recorder in Night Shift.
“Idea-feed mayonnaise to tuna fish. Call Starkist.”
So I’m not saying that I’ll do this. I’m not saying that I came up with the idea. But it has to be done, Nashville!
Step up, folks.
I found this courtesy of our corporate cousins at Metroblogging New Orleans.
San Fermin NOLA

It’s an urban running of the bulls, Pamplona-style, with RollerGirls armed with plastic baseball bats and foam water noodles.
Nashville has a Roller Derby league and plenty of wide avenues. All we need is you. Who’s in for next July?
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Are there actual bulls? Why do I find that exceptionally scary?
I could be the bull, maybe.
We could use hockey sticks instead of bats and noodles and call it a promotion for the Predators.
I think it’s gonna take a lot more than bats and noodles to save the predators, sadly..
No real bulls. Just rocker chicks. Ivy would be the best!
Will there be beer stations along the route to grab a cup of beer and splash it into your mouth marathon style?