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Originally Posted by HPF Bob
Chuckles will particularly enjoy Bush41 french-kissing Bob McNair.
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Love those guys.
You might be surprised at how well I remember that particular season. For example, I immediately remembered the week one win against the Dolphins (who NEVER lose at home in September, etc.), the last second play against the Jags (it was mayhem in there once it dawned on everyone that Dom was not going to send the field goal unit in), the Texans' beating the Panthers who went on to the Super Bowl, the ass kicking we took against KC who looked at that time for all the world like soon to be Super Bowl champions.
I actually used to give a shit about this team. I went to all of the home games AND three of the road games AND one road pre-season game. Hell, I even went to the draft party in the bubble. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Buford. Far as I know, you've never once set foot in Reliant, not even to see Toby Keith at the fking rodeo.
I'm sitting here laughing because I just got hit sideways by this bizarre memory. I lived in the USSR back when, studying, and my roommate was this weirdly preppy redneck (or, more accurately, weirdly redneck preppy) from upstate New York. Joe was from Utica, if I'm not mistaken. We went to what apparently is considered a fancy, northeastern college, but Joe had transferred in rather than begun there. I have no idea why this made any difference to anyone but everyone knew who had transferred in. Anyway, one day Joe was telling me about his difficulties fitting in at Fancy U after a year at SUNY Whateveritwas. For example, he said, one night he was at the pub on campus among lots of new friends and everyone's having a great time (I avoided that place like the plague, needless to say) and they're lobbing popular requests at the DJ and Joe, amped up on adrenaline and cheap beer, wanders over to the DJ and requests The Rodeo Song. Ever heard of it? I hadn't. And as it turned out, neither had the DJ. Joe immediately understood his terrible faux pas - dirty lyric hoedown tunes might go over big with the SUNY crowd but not at FU, no sir. So burning with shame he quietly skunked back to his table and acted like nothing had ever happened.
So, Joe, what the hell is The Rodeo Song? I naturally wanted to know. Immediately Joe shamelessly launches into it - Here comes Buford with his pecker in his hand, he's a one-ball man and he's off to the rodeo!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8f6Y0vD0_Vg
You know, I have never not once heard this song in any context other than youtube. Maybe if I hung out at McGillicuddy's in Oneonta, you know, who knows.