It’s one of life’s great mysteries. How does one enter the world as an eight pound, six ounce bundle of joy, don’t even know a word yet, just a little infant, so cuddly and then grow up with a mind warped enough to cheer for Tennessee? At what point does someone choose to go to the dark side and spend their lives dressed in bright orange and camo, rooting for a team that falls painfully short of expectations in the sports that count and fails to pull their weight in the classroom?
Well, I think we’ve finally found the answer right. They start killing their brain cells early on, as evidenced in this Zapruder-like film making it’s rounds on the internet. This takes place in Chattanooga and explains a lot. But, in the kid’s defense, he was just trying to finish it off to use it as a dip-spitter.