Mary Jo Perino wants in on the Louisville Hate Day fun…
Let me preface this by saying Louisville is the very first place I saw Kid Rock in person, so we’ll always have that.
But that, the Derby (which I’m credentialed for, rendering Steve Masiello completely useless) and 100.5 Gen X radio is all Louisville and I will ever have.
That’s not to say Louisville can’t be good for some people. Take bulimiacs. Who doesn’t automatically want to throw up when you think about Rick Pitino’s table-side manner, or Samardo Samuels “dominant” inside game. You might feel so sick, you’d call up Bobby Petrino’s son to see if he has something that can help you out.
Louisville is also a positive role model for those who naturally suffer from a Napoleon complex. It just makes rooting for a team that loses to FIU and Morehead State in a six month period, but still believe they are a big time program that much easier.
Listen, I don’t hate people. But I do hate Louisville, especially this week. Now I don’t hate them enough to actually wield a hair brush as a weapon, but you could say I’m not a fan. I’ve even gotten some new UK branded cowboy boots to mark the occasion of another good tail-kicking on Saturday. And despite how disappointed I may be in January when I perhaps have to travel to a place like Birmingham, I will take solace in those wearing red talking smack, knowing they aren’t going anywhere as they “rebuild” once again.
And let’s not even talk about what happens in March (but probably April for the Cats).
So thank you Louisville for being a guaranteed win on UK’s schedule, when there aren’t many.
Thank you Louisville for providing so much comic relief during these uncertain economic times.
And most importantly, thank you for being a place the original American Bad A** likes to come once a year so that I may catch a glimpse.
Mary Jo Perino