My trophy from the prestigious (
) hairiest chest competition on the cruise my family just took.
Getting the ladies in the crowd to rub my dome as I did my introductory strut may have cinched it for me. Having the back, shoulders and abdomen to match my chest may not have hurt either.
Perhaps this is a rather dubious distinction to have earned, but it was one for which I was stopped and recognized for the rest of the voyage. (Hey, a shiny bald head and long, gray beard make a guy fairly easy to recognize.) My older daughter was SO embarrassed that her father garnered a minor, pseudo celebrity status that first day that lasted the duration of the trip. My son and younger daughter were quite proud to be in my company.
Given the stunts I had to go through during the numerous rounds of the contest, the number of video cameras I saw in use in the crowd that day, and the possibility that a video or twelve of what I did just might end up on YouTube, however, I am VERY grateful I was introduced and known only by my contestant number.