Last year’s Polar Bears entering the froth.
It’s hard to get people to jump in cold water on January 1st. As usual, public interest was dismal. Mere days before the second annual New Orleans Polar Bear Plunge, the event was in jeopardy.
Last year’s plunge had seven brave participants; this year, exactly one bro told me “I’m in.”
It’s probably the southernmost Polar Bear event in the United States; it’s certainly the most sparsely attended. The sad thing is, it’s not even really cold in New Orleans. Sure, the air temp might be in the forties, but the water is in the mid-sixties. People are just serious pussies when it comes to being cold and wet.
The only douches dumb enough to rip it on New Year’s Day.
The fog was so thick that you couldn’t see the water from the beach. We started by gleaming this waterway’s cube.
The waves were out of control. Six-inch barrels all day.
The girls weren’t the least bit impressed. One of them wanted to give it a shot. “Go for it!”
“What a good sport!” Since she was already soaking wet, she decided to join us in the Gulf of Mexico.
Now we were three strong.
We played around in the shallow water, dunking ourselves with fervor every few seconds.
Next year’s event promises to have twice the excitement and half the participants. See you there.
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