There is a high school around these parts whose male sports teams are called the Bulldogs. The female teams are called the Lady Dogs. No kidding. I drive past their billboard. People have Lady Dogs stickers on their cars.
In addition to being rather risque for a very uptight suburb, it strikes me as something that Hank Hill would call a particularly detestable woman.
Precisely. I would love to go to a home game waving a sign that said ‘GO BITCHES!’ But I’d probably be thrown out of the city. And, by virtue of being a middle aged man at a girls’ sporting match, with no relatives on the team, I would be some kind of creep.
One of my (college) alma maters is the Bulls. The women’s team is not the Cows, sad to say, but the Lady Bulls. Try wrapping your head around that one.
It was much simpler back when they were the Brahman, but it got updated in the 80s.
The big rivals to my high school were called the Cadets. But, for some reason, the students at that school pronounced their team name “CAY-detts”, rather than “cah-DETTS”. So, of course, being high schoolers, we always referred to them as “GAY-detts.”
Our crosstown rivals were Trojans. Much high school level comedy ensued at those football games. Very one sided–we were the Mustangs. The jokes about the Trojans pretty much wrote themselves while jokes about Mustangs were just not funny.