I attended 1st and 2nd grade in Utah and when we returned to Louisiana I experienced culture shock for the first time. In Utah "yes ma'am" was a smart-ass retort for which you would be admonished. In Louisiana, I got in serious trouble the first day of 3rd grade for answering a question with "yeah". Everyone was astonished that I would display such open disrespect. In my road-tripping, I have been able to refine my mental geography. I know where to draw the grits line, north of which you cannot expect to find grits for breakfast. I know where the top barbecue line lies, beef to the west, pork to the east, with a really excellent and small overlap area. I have also learned just about where the "yes ma'am" line runs. North and west of the line, if you say "yes ma'am" to a waitress she will chortle with amusement.
I was surprised to find grits on a breakfast menu in Chicago this summer. I thought that would be too far north.
"emptying", which no doubt you are reduced to doing manually, sure seems like you handle more balls than Larry Bird.
Then you've seen his post in the Lane Kiffin Fired thread? Don't ask me which one. If you've seen it you'll know.
