The green and white shite

There I said it. I feel better now. Living in small town Saskatchewan has been totally awesome. Everybody's friendly, kind of like a "cheers" thing where "everybody knows your name". (except for the fact that this is a dry town and cheers was a bar) It was a kind of utopia...until recently. The dirty looks, the punch in the ribs in the store and the booing as I drive by. I couldn't figure it out, I wondered why the cash register was always under repair at the grocery store, why the gas pumps always seemed to be out of order when I pulled up. As I thought about it I sort of came up with a theory so here it goes.

Let's say you were a rabid fan of let's say a football team, and that this said team was...how shall I put it...embarassing. You know, the kind of team that when you go to watch it, you put a paper bag on your head so that nobody recognizes you.(not that there are many others sitting in the stands to recognize you) Anyways, let's say that this certain team has had a stroke of luck, the kind of luck that comes around..hmm...every 28 years or so. Well you would notice that all sorts of these..let's for our purpose call them "banjo picking inbreds", come out of their soddies and mud huts and invade the streets of our once proud town causing all sorts of trouble for upstanding citizens like myself. Thankfully this is a phenomenon omly occurs every 28 years or so, and by then these mud hut dwellers will hopefully have learned to be proper by emulating one such as myself.

Now I'm a patient man who realizes that there will be a certain end to this madness. It will be a swift and painful end, resulting in many, many, many green tears. But do not be sad Rider fans as you know that you will be able to take your paper bags off before another 3 decades have passed.