Though my brother and I (and Google) wield total power at McBone, we like to think of ourselves as a democracy first and foremost. So when the idea suddenly hit me to select the first ever McBone Babe of the Month, I naturally gravitated toward running a monthlong poll. Let the McBoners decide, I thought. That's the McBone way. Then it occurred to me that it really was no contest. And then I wondered why on earth I would ever qualify this thing. Babe of the month? Preposterous! To a star that pierces the firmament, one month is as the life of a lit match, and ne'er shall this star burn out of the McBoniverse.
Loyal readers remember her best as the former vice presidential nominee and current member of the revamped Cleveland Indians. Oh yes! Yes, you know who she is. Maybe she occupies your dreams as well. She is a part of McBone lore, our near-mythic fairgrounds gamine. Without her, the McBone babes are but a ragged ensemble of pretenders.
She is the Sheffield Lake Girl.
McBone is proud to bestow the first and only McBone Babe Award upon the Sheffield Lake Girl. Wheresoever she tramps, we know not, but of this we are certain: where the Tilt-a-Whirl tilts (and whirls), she is there; her spirit leans ever toward the vast, paved places where funnel cakes and corndogs fry.