Unwritten Laws, all Brit-like.
The life of someone stuck in Arkansas can be a trifle bit monotomous. Repetitive. Culture-free. Filled with the incessant country twang that permeates the blue roads of this state. Yes, Arkansas is not exactly known for being the cultural mecca of the United States, overbooked with activities and filled to the brim with cheerful people; no, that honor belongs to some other state (Actually, it probably doesn't, I've heard, seen, or been to a perfect state).
But we're not all bad news.
This state has several key things that make it not only culturally important, but also an exemplar in regard to surrounding states. So, without further ado, unwritten laws on why we are to be proud to be Arkansans:
Ray Winder Field. Go look at that place. It is old, ancient, and our gem of sports history. It is one of the oldest ballparks in the nation, and has had a consistent showing of the same minor league team for well over 100 years. There are numerous major league teams that wish they could say the same for their venues, riddled with ads, corporate whoredom, and gimmicks designed to sate the eye rather than the soul.
Twist, Arkansas I am a blues man. It is deep in my heart and soul, growing up on the skirts of the Delta and living around the land that churned out the anguished souls who created the grandfather music of all other music we enjoy today. So, it is with great pride that we Arkansas can claim the rights to having helped give BB King the inspiration for the name of the greatest blues guitar ever: Lucille.
Jim Guy Tucker. Wait, what is this no-good, lying, son-of-a-bitch doing on this list? Simply put, we get our corrupt governors the second we find out what they're doing wrong. Not like a certain southern state who had a governor who's name started with an H and ended with uey Long. I went there, coonasses. Suck on it Louisiana. SUCK. ON. IT.
Highway 61 Before Bob Dylan revisited it, it was the route that Muddy Waters took to found Chicago blues. Robert Johnson sold his soul on it. And it passes through Arkansas en route to St. Lou. We had to have sheltered some of these guys. We get points, foo'.
THE MONSTERS OF COUNTRY! Johnny Cash. Conway Twitty. Shove it, Texas.
SEC In terms of college sports, specifically football, the SEC is where it is at. Do we win all the time? No. Are we the highest ranked teams? No. We put our hearts and soul into our games. The traditions, the rivalries, the genteel Southern respect. If LSU is playing someone outside the SEC, usually a Big 12 team (the Abercrombie and Fitch of football: cheaply made, too expensive, and all looks) or a Pac 10 (the Hollister of football: if you don't get this step off), I will cheer for those Tigers whilst I wear the crimson.
Clinton Look at what this pimp did. Great economy, great global standing, and got away with Monicagate. Oh, also, suck on it Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee, and Oklahoma. We won this race. Twice.
But we're not all bad news.
This state has several key things that make it not only culturally important, but also an exemplar in regard to surrounding states. So, without further ado, unwritten laws on why we are to be proud to be Arkansans:
Ray Winder Field. Go look at that place. It is old, ancient, and our gem of sports history. It is one of the oldest ballparks in the nation, and has had a consistent showing of the same minor league team for well over 100 years. There are numerous major league teams that wish they could say the same for their venues, riddled with ads, corporate whoredom, and gimmicks designed to sate the eye rather than the soul.
Twist, Arkansas I am a blues man. It is deep in my heart and soul, growing up on the skirts of the Delta and living around the land that churned out the anguished souls who created the grandfather music of all other music we enjoy today. So, it is with great pride that we Arkansas can claim the rights to having helped give BB King the inspiration for the name of the greatest blues guitar ever: Lucille.
Jim Guy Tucker. Wait, what is this no-good, lying, son-of-a-bitch doing on this list? Simply put, we get our corrupt governors the second we find out what they're doing wrong. Not like a certain southern state who had a governor who's name started with an H and ended with uey Long. I went there, coonasses. Suck on it Louisiana. SUCK. ON. IT.
Highway 61 Before Bob Dylan revisited it, it was the route that Muddy Waters took to found Chicago blues. Robert Johnson sold his soul on it. And it passes through Arkansas en route to St. Lou. We had to have sheltered some of these guys. We get points, foo'.
THE MONSTERS OF COUNTRY! Johnny Cash. Conway Twitty. Shove it, Texas.
SEC In terms of college sports, specifically football, the SEC is where it is at. Do we win all the time? No. Are we the highest ranked teams? No. We put our hearts and soul into our games. The traditions, the rivalries, the genteel Southern respect. If LSU is playing someone outside the SEC, usually a Big 12 team (the Abercrombie and Fitch of football: cheaply made, too expensive, and all looks) or a Pac 10 (the Hollister of football: if you don't get this step off), I will cheer for those Tigers whilst I wear the crimson.
Clinton Look at what this pimp did. Great economy, great global standing, and got away with Monicagate. Oh, also, suck on it Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee, and Oklahoma. We won this race. Twice.
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