Usually one would have to log onto a web site with no DNS entry to see this kind of thing, but just last night I was presented with the sight of a 15 year old girl cupping the testicles of a lamb. Thats right kids, its time again for the Ohio State Fair.
While I like to think of myself as an intermediately cultured person (I know Juan Gris from Juan Miro, and can tell you the difference between a Pino Noir and a Shiraz) there is something very refreshing about giving oneself over to enjoyment of the occasional pig race. One might scoff at the sort of person who would make a point of scheduling the time to witness the finals of stock car football (think polo, but with cars and a 6 foot ball) but lets be honest, its these baser forms of entertainment that keep us grounded. I'm not advocating abandoning the finer things in life, quite the contrary. I simply propose that a truck-and-tractor pull might serve to cleanse the pallet between a performance of Verdi and a formal cocktail party.
As an aside I discovered last night that your average lamb has a grotesquely large scrotum, think two baseballs in a crown royal bag. I would not likely have know that without this direct personal experience.
