Comment of the Day: Go Texan Day Memories
We have some great commenters here on Hair Balls, and it's time we paid some damn attention to them.
So we'll be highlighting a Comment of the Day each morning, from the previous day's work. Maybe two comments, even.
This will all be determined by a highly rigorous scientific formula involving wit, clarity and whatever else we feel like at the moment.
Yesterday we warned you about the five horrors to expect on Go Texan Day, the annual celebration of the rodeo. One reader got nostalgic for the time he was a lone Indian among many palefaces.
Go Texan day. I haven't lived in Texas since I was in Junior High and attending a stuffy private school. I use to relish any day that uniforms were not required, and went all out. My heritage as a Native American, fella allowed me to be the only one dressed like a Native American. I use to look on and wonder how we lost to a bunch of clumsy boot wearing white folks. Moccasins, yes indeed. Perhaps I'll dawn the buckskin again. Go Texan day, Go Texan indeed.
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