All the British fans start singing to the German fans, 'If you won the war, stand up!' Right, I think this is the greatest thing I've ever heard at a sporting event because there's no snappy comeback for that, is there?
I just hear the DJ on the radio in my car; I hear, 'Bob from Charlotte, you're on the line. Bob, what do you have to say?' 'Six!' 'Next caller, Dan.' '14!' This went on for like eight minutes -- it's like some sort of inbred, bastardized bingo's taking place.
I was a senior in high school, and some friends of mine and I were driving over to Birmingham, Alabama, about an hour away. We were taking the big road trip over 'cause we wanted to go see KISS in concert -- what white trash story does not start out exactly like that?
Everybody from the North thinks everybody from the South is just sitting around, barefoot, wearing overalls, eating grits, watching 'Hee Haw,' listening to country music, drinking Jack Daniel's, going to tractor pulls, wearing trucker caps,...