Reasons to live in the South

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Yeah, Florida is on the east coast, it's not considered the "south". People from the south are so sweet and considerate too. I was just up in Anniston Alabama for 2 and 1/2 weeks with the hubby on his job, and those people are just so nice. I can't say enough good about them. I just loved it there. Now, I'm from South Florida, all my life here, and the native Floridians are very nice people, just that we have so many transplants here. Not a lot of us true Floridians left. But I have to say, I sure hope my husband gets to go back to Anniston next year in February!!!
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You "almost" had it but it's GO HOGS!!!!!!


Anyway..the BEST part of living in the South is getting to watch the tornadoes and "feel" the weather stir up!

Hmmmm. The Hogs have the dubious distinction of being the first SEC team to lose to Ohio St in a bowl game...ever! But I do like the Hogs!
 
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football is horrible.

Have you ever been to a live SEC game in the fall? The air is hot and heavy all afternoon, and then shifts to crisp as the sun sets. You spend the day tailgating with your friends, eating burnt hotdogs and charred burgers with some potato salad on the side... a little bit before the gates open you hear the band start up with all the great team cheers and the team fight song. All around you people start cheering and singing along. You follow the throng into the stadium, where you are surrounded by thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of screaming fans all chanting the words you love to scream and sing too. At some point the home team band takes the field and the crowd goes wild. The mascot shows up (and at my alma mater the eagle takes flight around the stadium in great swooping circles) and you tear up a little because it is just all so amazing. There are college boys in their khakis and white shirts and ties, sorority girls in their short dresses and cute shoes, there are zillions of alumni who love this school with a passion because their glory days were indeed glorious. The air is ALIVE with team fervor and the team hasn't even taken the field yet.
Then the players come rushing on with the band in full voice, the cheerleaders tumbling like mad and flags waving furiously. THe entire stadium erupts into wild cheers before finally settling into the fight song. There is nothing more amazing than hearing 80,000 people singing along with the band. It touches that part inside of you that for centuries has led men into battle screaming like banshees and brandishing their weapons in the face of death. There is nothing more exciting than the beginning of an SEC football game.

Then the game begins and both teams fight for victory. The best part of the SEC is that the old grey haired woman behind you is just as likely to be able to do a play-by-play as the beer drinking redneck two rows in front of you. And that little old lady is every bit as ferocious about the game as the screaming college kids over in the student section. It is a love nurtured from the cradle to the grave and we take it seriously.

The sun slowly sets as the teams battle through the night. When it is all over, you straggle out of the stadium with the other 80,000 fans. If the night was victorious, you celebrate as generations have celebrated before you , be that draping toilet paper over live oaks or belting out a "Rammer Jammer" or the ringing of the chapel bell. There is more food and drink and fellowship late into the night when you finally crawl exhausted into your bed.


How can you say football is horrible when this is the experience? It is one of the most amazing experience you will ever be a part of.​
 
Why Oh Why do you have to torment us Yankees. Right now I'm stuck in 2 feet of snow and I'm craving any BBQ on or off Beale St, Catfish with fixins, Sweat tea and a waitress that will call me "Darlin." Been trying to talk the DW into heading south for quite a while. I think this winter may do it. I've been ready to go for quite some time. This winter has been so long that if I saw a Waffle House right now I think I would cry.
 
EGGZACTLY. It's the time of the night when silly boys keep running the ball right up the middle where all the other boys are~ who promptly throw them on the ground. Go around, you idiots! Who in the world writes these plays???? Certainly not a woman. We would be waaaayyyyy more practical.....
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