It's probably not that big of a deal. I mean, there's a huge segment of the population of this country that does it too, and yes, if they all jumped off of a bridge, I guess I'd have to give it some serious thought.
I'm embarrassed to admit it, but here goes: I'm starting to like country music.
I know the panic that you're all feeling right now. You're figuring that I'm going to start devoting this site to discussing the finer points of NASCAR, as well as weighing various conspiracy theories trying to figure out just who shot J.R., but I've got to tell you, it's not like that. This is probably going to make you call me Touchy McFeely, but the reason that I'm growing to like country is that it tells such beautiful stories.
For example, there's a song that's been around for a couple of years that I've just reheard recently that's about a little boy whose mother is lying in a hospital bed dying, and the little boy just wants to buy her a pair of shoes so that his mother can be beautiful "if mama meets Jesus tonight."
Objectively, this song is pretty ridiculous. Wouldn't you think that Jesus would have other things to care about than whether or not a pair of shoes makes a woman pretty?
But the thing is, it connects with me emotively. Shoot, even thinking about those lines right now gets me all teary eyed, and I submit that if you can listen to that song and not tear up, you must either hate your mother or else your heart is cold and black and should be given to naughty children in their stockings at Christmas.
On second thought, who am I kidding? I've got to embrace who I am. If anybody needs me, I'll be sitting in an undershirt watching a special on ESPN2 about what a great guy Jeff Gordon is. Don't even think about bothering me unless you've got a sixer of Milwaukee's Best.
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