Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Now, a word from our contestants
If you think you're having a bad day, think again.
You could be a participant in the cattle judging at the Nebraska State Fair, trying to send out telepathic waves to everyone you encounter -- mental images that impart a simple message:
Eat mor chikin.
Because for a cow at the state fair, if you win, you lose.
ON THE other hand, life at the fair ain't exactly a bowl of cherries for the sheep, either.
They get paraded around. They get stretched. They get lambhandled by teenagers.
They get poked, pulled, prodded, gawked at and ogled.
All they want to say is "Hey, you @#&%+*$! Go pick on somebody your own size! Some creature with opposable thumbs and a discernible IQ! Leave. Me. Alone."
But can the sheep say that? No, they can't.
They try, but all that comes out is "BAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
And you think you're having a crap-o day, huh, Bunkie?
IN THE WORDS of that great philosopher Travis Tritt, "Here's a quarter. Call someone who cares."
We are Midwesterners. We have perspective. Now, get away from me before I make you march behind the draft horses. Blindfolded.
IT'LL HAVE to be next year, though, for the state fair has ended its 2010 run at its new home out in Grand Island.
Pray for Bossie. And for Beauregard, too.
And remember . . . eat mor chikin.