Blogger Report On The OTL Team Names, Alcohol Allowed On Beach And No Bad Attitudes
Within a minute of stepping onto the dusty sand of the Over The line tournament grounds on Fiesta Island in San Diego’s Mission Bay, we were laughing.
Not only were we laughing at this annual event put on by the Old Mission Beach Athletic Club (OMBAC) that has been happening here in July since 1954, we stopped walking so we could take it all in without missing anything.
We were by a loudspeaker and the announcer was calling out court assignments for those playing in the OTL, and that meant he was going over the hilarious team names that are so much a part of the Over The Line tradition.
The guy rips them off in rapid-fire succession so we were standing there trying to take it all in while saying to one another “did you hear that one!? Haaaaaa!”
“We Need To Tequila To Win, court 25.”
“No More Jell-O Shots, court 17.”
“Leave It To Cleavage, court 33.”
“Builders By Day, Hammered By Night, court 5.”
“You Should Be Playing With Steroids, Too, court 28.”
Most of the names of the 1,000-plus teams in the OTL contain some kind of sexual reference, some more direct than others. Here’s a few of PubClub.com’s favorites (the ones we decided to print, anyway): It Tastes Better With Pineapple Juice, I Found The Wet Spot Not Sure What To Do With It and She Spits So We Call Her A Quitter.
Many OTL veterans said the recent tournaments – which involve a kind of softball game in which batters attempt to hit balls “over the line” – are not quite what they used to be, but it still gets thousands of players and spectators and it’s still, well, a party.
You can walk around with beers. And cocktails. Out in the open, past the patrolling police. Girls can flaunt themselves and often do, pulling down bikini tops to get free beer at one of the dozen or so sponsor tents. (Although it was reported to PubClub that this is a much more rare occurrence today than in the past.)
There are strippers walking around handing out flyers for their strip clubs while other strippers are behind tables handing out cups and beer coozies (“support your local strippers,” said the cup from Pacers, which one of the girls explained is only one of two places in San Diego you can get, as she unhesitantly put it “boobs and booze”).
PubClub was there on the first Sunday in 2017 and while it was fun it was hardly what I expected, having heard about this event for years and a few years ago dispatching PubClubettes Chelsea and Tara to cover the event and also to report on the traditional Miss Emerson bikini contest.
“But oh you should have been here yesterday,” we kept hearing from regulars.
Apparently the OTL party is pretty much down to a one-day event rather than all four days during two weekends as in the past, but we proved you can still have a blast on the first Sunday.
In fact, as I was taking a break – okay a power nap! – in a beach chair, PubClubber Chris came running over, and in a voice like an excited kid who just got an autograph from his favorite baseball player – exclaimed over and over “I found free beer!!!”
He then added, as if I and another PubClub associate Eli could not tell already, “I’ve had three. And the girl pouring them is gorgeous! We’re Facebook friends now. Or at least I think. She sent a request from my phone.”
Not that I needed free beer. I had brought my own, as well as a special rum concoction of my own creation, but what the heck, right!?
We also talked to the friendly people of the San Diego Parrothead Club – specifically about the upcoming Jimmy Buffett concert – met an incredibly dynamic sexy girl in a bikini that literally could not contain her eye-popping cleavage and then wound up partying with her fiancee and his family and watched one of the Pacers strippers going through her paces, so to speak, by giving the equivalent of a lap dance on a table.
One thing that’s obviously not changed about the OTL all these years is this one key element of it’s “no B’s rule:” no bad attitudes.
And the team names, of course.
Those two things alone are worth going to the OTL, year after hilarious year.