Hooray For Fearless Joe Rogan!

Tonight I am a very happy woman and the reason for my merriment is the UFC's own commentator Joe Rogan.

Joe's comedy routines have always appealed to me, and in spite of frequent criticism about his performance with Goldberg on UFC events regarding their commentary, I prefer them to other shows talk tag-teams.

This is besides the point of my new-found love for Joe.

Bless his heart, Joe has fearlessly announced publicly that he is bringing back the "fanny pack," although I noticed in his picture that he was wearing it in the front, which would make it more of a crotch catchall or groin guard; if anyone can think of a better term, please let me know post haste.

Why am I so elated?

Because I think men need to carry something comparable to women's purses, but not quite as large as a golf bag.

My 67 year old hubby has been forced to carry his "stuff" in a fanny pack for two years now since he retired from being an operating engineer.

No one would believe the number of times we have had to travel to job sites to retrace his movements locating lost billfolds, glasses, sun glasses, sets of keys and cell phones (other than those which have fallen victim to the dreaded job site porti-potties of course, forget those casualties).

Now a really cool, "hep" dude like Rogan is championing one of my favorite causes.

Unfortunately, my husband has never bowed to what was in fashion.

When I had our second child at 8:40 on a Wednesday morning on Cinco de Mayo of 1972, he arrived at the hospital wearing striped boot-cut jeans, a plaid western shirt and his best brown Western riding boots.

I was livid at this frustrating fashion faux pas; although he did proudly point out that the plaid in the shirt matched the multi-colored stripe in the pants.

I had requested that he take the day off work to ride in a parade held that morning with our oldest son. Mel was riding a horse that was closely resembled by Jimmy's pony and I knew it would make for beautiful pictures to remember "the day that little baby brother Steven was born."

{Side note to the uninformed about the really "dark ages" when father's were not allowed in delivery rooms. OK! So I had both sons by c-section; fathers were still not allowed and my doctor insisted on me being knocked out for my second delivery which was not considered to be an emergency (like the first)--fathers were never allowed in the c/s room either.}

Come to think of it, with Rogan's penchant for pot, he could probably relate to my husband's fashion disaster; which may be why Joe wears solid color shirts and jeans to the UFC events. Even when a person is high they can pick out a solid colored shirt and jeans without going wrong.

So Joe, sporting his Evan Tanner memorial facial hair, which I also admire him for adopting, will be wearing a "watchamacallit" around his waist in front so he can't easily be robbed. (That is just a guess on my part.)

And now my dear fashion challenged husband can at last emulate a fashion icon of the UFC--he already wears a ball cap.