Whupping up on Connersville

If you are from Brookville, the second-best thing that can happen to you is to brag about how much fried chicken they cooked last weekend. Otherwise, beating Connersville in anything is a nice objective.

Again this year, the Wildcats, who should still be the Greyhounds but haven't got the guts anymore to be that, beat the Spartans, who ought to be just known as the Spittoons.

Connersville, as a place, is an infrastructure version of road kill. Brookville is just older with better trees.

But the football team from Connersville is America's worst.

40-0.

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