from Summer Redneck Games 2009 folder–otherwise uncredited
I want to go, just to touch the General Lee (like you needed me to link that).
Where I grew up, there was no cable. You got, depending on where your house was, two and sometimes three TV channels. The Dukes of Hazzard was on CBS, which we didn't get, but my parent's Friday night euchre partners, Anna and Harold, did. So we were at their house every Friday night and their son Keith and I watched Bo and Luke wreak mayhem. Daisy and Uncle Jesse, yes–I was happy to see Willie Nelson as Uncle Jesse in the movie version, which otherwise sucked rocks–and Cooter, who became a politician. I've known maybe four guys in my life nicknamed Cooter. That's too funny. But I will always love the General.
This post goes nowhere because I started out with the intention to make fun of the Redneck Games and the Dukes. But I find I just can't do it. I'd go the Redneck Games if I could, and if I could just once slide across the hood of the General and hoist myself through that window, maybe jump a crick or two, the truth is, I'd do it.
