Strange as it may be the local Macados off of University Drive just down the street from VT was business as usual. I like this place because its where the locals come to toss back a few happy hour 2 dollar 24 oz longnecks. Laughter abounds and as I sit at the bar making small talk and typing occasionally. Topics range from local catering restrictions and a need to really cut the grass to “yaint from here r-ya”. Now I am a redneck-American by birth and appreciate the southern end of the spectrum but damn (or should I say dang!) Rarely does anyone see such pride in excessive uses of colloquisms and what I call the “ding dang dong” factor added for effect to every conversation. Now I will admit that this observation is of the men only. The women seem to understand that cuteness is just that and sounding intelligent is better than folksy.
The media (its game day) has arrived, not the talent, just the ‘logo shirt” crowd. All the local Cindys just went on full alert. You can smell the FDS in the air! They are ready, they are needy. Who knows when this many not from heres are within reach of the deprived read: depraved set. Those who rarely if ever have the chance to flirt with men without a pinch between their cheek and gum. Men who groom and drive two wheel drive trucks. Or cars or hybrids…wait, hybrids are crops right? Let the games begin! As I sit and peck at the keyboard I see forces of nature in play.
Lambs to the slaughter, moths to the flame.