>Pillow Fight League
>Pillow Fights? I don’t think we have these in Idaho.
Well, aside from Mrs. Geezer and I fighting over the Theraputic Pillow.
Toronto’s College Street bar district has seen its share of late-night fights, but a recent scrap was a bit out of the ordinary, as a financial journalist in a ’50s housewife get-up tried to wallop the daylights out of a 35-year-old part-time waitress — using a pillow.
The Pillow Fight league is the brainchild of 38-year-old Stacey Case, a T-shirt printer and musician who came up with the idea that people would pay to see young women in costumes beat the tar out of each other with pillows — and that women would volunteer to whap each other in front of a crowd.
You gotta love the nom de pillows of the contestants.
But it’s the fighters that make the show, and they come in all shapes and sizes, with names like Sarah Bellum, the smart one, and Boozy Suzie, who enters the ring with a beer that referee Patterson confiscates with a stern wave of his finger.
Lynn Somnia staggers to the ring in a hospital gown with electrodes dangling, apparently released from her sleep-deprivation chamber.
Top contenders include Betty Clock’er — by day a financial editor and by night a cushion-swinging housewife who brings a plate of cookies to ringside — and Polly Esther, billed as the waitress from hell (“And somebody’s gonna get served!,” The Mouth bellows as she struts toward the ring).