On a personal level, I love Kentucky. Home of bourbon. My bourbon. And I love bourbon. Goodness, how I love bourbon.
Then there's KFC. Big deal way back when, but nowadays, what with Chic-Fil-A and Popeye's, the Colonel is no longer the big cock in the coop. CFA has the best sandwich; Popeye's has the best Cajun; and Popeye's frozen lemonade is the bomb. And I can get better fried chicken at any one of a dozen local places within 20 miles of where I live. Times change.
Then there's basketball. I never really cared that much about it, but here's the one place where UK can claim true blue-blood status. Well, they could, if we're ignoring the last 10 years or so.
Then we have the Kentucky Derby. Greatest excuse to drink bourbon in the world. Forget the Mint Juleps. Men drink bourbon. You spend millions on a horse; more millions on it's training; more millions on it's care; and a truckload of cash on a 90-lb Mexican jockey? All to win a blanket of roses that reminds me of a Mafia funeral, and the rights to decide where your horses sperm goes?
Yeah, you drink bourbon. It's cheaper than cocaine. Or your horses sperm...
And then...finally...college football. Here is where the U of K has suffered ever since the Bear left Lexington. Yes, it's been that long. In September they are the Wildcats, but by November at the latest, they are the Mildcats, and that's how each and every season seems to end for the team that always seems to always struggle to find its' identity.
There used to be a couple of UK football fans come around here and run their mouths. Lately? Not so much.
Wonder where they go to brag now?
Maybe they should stick with bourbon. They've always done that well.
Football? Not really their strong suit anymore. If, indeed, ever.
Go Vols.