Because I am an East Tennessean, I step out of my door and see the mountains...embrace the lush green surroundings...enjoy the sound of rustling leaves on the towering hardwoods...the sound of a bold mountain stream...smell the crispness of a fall morning...enjoy the stillness of a December snow...the beautiful colors of the fall...and of spring. And while enjoying all of that, I'm surrounded by like minded people that value God, guns, and family...and good BBQ.
He, on the other hand, lives in north central Florida...where the only redemption to the unceasing heat, persistent thunderstorms, energy sapping humidity, and dinosaur-ugly wildlife, is the fact that when they get hit by hurricanes, Gainesville only receives a glancing blow...not that anything important would have been damaged otherwise...
I would gladly accept football mediocrity for the rest of my time on this planet to continue to live in God's country.
He, on the other hand, only has football...and only until Butch says otherwise.