You are Memphis, man. Memphis.
A talent bloated, crime-ridden, Oxford, MS with skyscrapers - seemingly, the product of an incestous relationship between Atlanta and its first cousin twice-removed - Shreveport.
Your fight song was lifted from a Rocky movie - and you are actually
proud of this fact. I can only presume that your Alma Mater is a remix of Oran "Juice" Jones', "The Rain" (Link:
YouTube - Oran "Juice" Jones - The Rain - and you're welcome for having this song seared into your brains for the next six weeks)?
And The Pyramid? The architectural equivalent of putting homemade spinners on an '83 Chevy Caprice? That's your crowning glory? Really?
But then, there's lovely Beale Street Blues and BBQ. Surely, nothing says "Memphis" more than the blues & BBQ - well, except for "unsolved homicides", that is.
And how's that NFL team you guys acquired been doing of late? How'd it taste to beg for one for so long, only to watch it then go to Nashville, instead? It's almost like the NFL hates Memphis as much as the rest of Tennessee, huh?
Memphis, the disdained, despised and disgraced half-aborted bastard child of Tennessee, the veritable Tito Jackson of all other major cities, whose best quality is that you may someday be annexed into Arkansas.
And now - to summarize - I'll leave you with a quote from your own Alma Mater, as given by Mr. Oran "Juice" Jones, "Now close your mouth, 'cause you're stone cold-busted."