Tennessee sucks

White trash that lives in the past. Obese, pasty hill people that come out of the woods for a few Saturdays a year to go to a rusted-out dump of a football stadium to watch Coach Chumlee/Bobby Hill take them to the promised land of not enough wins to do shite. Then they throw whatever is in their midst at the opposing team-mustard bottles, golf balls, cigarette butts. It's a garbage people revival in that neck of the woods come fall Saturdays. I can't imagine the smell. Body odor, cheap beer, and cigarette smoke.

And literally (not to be confused with figuratively) everyone on this board except themselves like to watch their baseball team (and coach) go through their yearly routine of going nowhere. It is the soap opera with the scripted ending. All bluster and blow (like their mothers) until that part of the season that counts, then face plant. It is as predictable as it is fun to watch.

Tennessee, this is you:














*Credit to HarryBalzack for photos from his prior compilation.