Oh. and I've been looking . . . .
Thought I heard a rumor last year that Christian Laettner's Paternal Grandfather was from Iowa . . . . but alas, a simple Google search reveals that any relative of Laettner is, in fact, from the depths of HELL.
I like corn, soybeans, and wheat. No cereal or cereal producer has ever pissed me off. Yes, I'm a cattleman (at times) but my cattle like cereals even more than I do.
Walking into the Citrus, last year, I spoke with a young family with two toddlers. All wearing Iowa colors. They said they were really Iowa State fans, but drove over from their bowl to support Iowa. Nice! Almost too nice. Just hard to hate on that. And the whole family had dimples . . . .
I have nothing against Hawks, or Hawkeyes. Their yellow color is not a bad choice with black, and is not a puke or pumpkin shade of color, reminding one of Tennessee or Mizzou's hideous color schemes.
All their fans appeared respectful and polite.
I saw nary a drunk Iowa fan.
Maybe pregame we all should offer to buy them beer and bourbon; get them to mix drinks, unwisely . . . . to show their true colors!!!! Somehow I envision my new drunken Iowa friend stumbling over the words, "I respectfully disagree with the call," and then turning red from embarrassment.
There has to be something. I mean there's "something" with everyone, right? . . . . like Wisconsin and Nebraska.
Yes, I can hate Wisconsin and Nebraska!
Tell me that idiotic "cheesehead" isn't just a midwestern mask of a bad hair Saturday!
And "Cornhuskers?" Give me a break; Iowa produces far more corn than Nebraska. So, maybe Nebraska is real proud of husking Iowa's corn (don't go there . . . Iowa folks might read this ish.).
But Iowa?
I'm at a loss . . . like a big game hunter at the South Pole . . . like a prostitute at a revival . . . like a Baptist at Mass, . . . I'm just slightly stumped, here.
There has to be something . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Thought I heard a rumor last year that Christian Laettner's Paternal Grandfather was from Iowa . . . . but alas, a simple Google search reveals that any relative of Laettner is, in fact, from the depths of HELL.
I like corn, soybeans, and wheat. No cereal or cereal producer has ever pissed me off. Yes, I'm a cattleman (at times) but my cattle like cereals even more than I do.
Walking into the Citrus, last year, I spoke with a young family with two toddlers. All wearing Iowa colors. They said they were really Iowa State fans, but drove over from their bowl to support Iowa. Nice! Almost too nice. Just hard to hate on that. And the whole family had dimples . . . .
I have nothing against Hawks, or Hawkeyes. Their yellow color is not a bad choice with black, and is not a puke or pumpkin shade of color, reminding one of Tennessee or Mizzou's hideous color schemes.
All their fans appeared respectful and polite.
I saw nary a drunk Iowa fan.
Maybe pregame we all should offer to buy them beer and bourbon; get them to mix drinks, unwisely . . . . to show their true colors!!!! Somehow I envision my new drunken Iowa friend stumbling over the words, "I respectfully disagree with the call," and then turning red from embarrassment.
There has to be something. I mean there's "something" with everyone, right? . . . . like Wisconsin and Nebraska.
Yes, I can hate Wisconsin and Nebraska!
Tell me that idiotic "cheesehead" isn't just a midwestern mask of a bad hair Saturday!
And "Cornhuskers?" Give me a break; Iowa produces far more corn than Nebraska. So, maybe Nebraska is real proud of husking Iowa's corn (don't go there . . . Iowa folks might read this ish.).
But Iowa?
I'm at a loss . . . like a big game hunter at the South Pole . . . like a prostitute at a revival . . . like a Baptist at Mass, . . . I'm just slightly stumped, here.
There has to be something . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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