First off if you try and call Fred Jones Field "the farm", a small part of me dies inside.
We refer to our southern neighbors ss Renssltucky, and our northwest neighbors as Cedartucky.
My Wheatfield home is nestled in the middle of I-65 and SR 49 so click my heels a few times snd I'm up in Duneland Country.
That being said...
These 33 year old heels click slow. To make it to any Duneland conference town in under 30 minutes would mean a couple traffic infractions possibly a misdemeanor.
We're closer to an Indiana Beach sign "there's more than corn in Indiana!" than we are to a Taco Bell. A won't comment any further on that it upsets me a bit too much.
For some reason the Southern accent starts in Jasper County once you cross 400 W...which is not really germaine to my point here but nontheless seemed important to note. So...noted.
I am so tired of people talking about the local ice cream shop like it's some revelation. It's freaking ice cream...that s*** is delicious. It's good everywhere.
Also still hold myself in high esteem for snagging that 5th place. As my friend Kevin used to say...
"That's what I like about me."