Now, I live in New Jersey, but I'm from Louisville. Not too much of the sports has ever applied to me, but I know whereof it speaks....This meme is from Blogthings.
|You Know You're From Louisville When...|
|Your "International" airport has only one passenger flight that actually leaves the 48 contiguous U.S. states (unless you count the Northeast as being another nation..)|
The in-state sports rivalry is paid more attention to than the national championship.
You live in an area that occasionally gets considerable snowfalls, floods, and tornadoes... but has no capacity to deal with any of the above.
You pronounce the name of your city different than anyone else you've heard.
You think the rest of the people in Kentucky sound like hicks. ( and when I get back to NJ I find mahself tawkin' funny for a while )
When you think "Kentucky" you don't automatically think horse racing or fried chicken.
You ask your doctor for an allergy cure and he tells you to "move."
You've shovelled 10+ inches of snow and worn shorts in the same week.
When people ask what school you went to, they don't mean Vanderbilt, Yale, or Harvard; they mean Ballard, Male, Manual, Trinity or St. X.
You know what the Bambi Walk is. ( I didn't - still don't)
You make an emergency run to Kroger for bread and milk at the first sighting of a snowflake.
You've lived here for years, yet somehow you get hopelessly lost each time you attempt a shortcut through Cherokee Park.
You're convinced turn signals are useless options on a vehicle.
You hold up traffic to let a motorist you don't know into your lane.
You give directions based on landmarks that no longer exist or street names that have changed, but your directions never confuse any of the other Louisvillians
You have never been to the Derby, but wouldn't miss the Oaks. (nope, I've been to two more Derbies than Oaks)
You call in sick to attend the Oaks and spot your boss - who also called in sick - at the next betting window.
You think all the REAL hicks live in New Albany.
You think the only thing Southern Indiana is good for is buying pumpkins.
When introduced to another life-long Louisvillian, you spend the first part of the conversation finding out how you are connected. It's never as many as six degrees of separation - usually three will do it.
You think a pervert is someone who would rather have sex than watch basketball.
You've built a shrine to Rick Pitino in your basement.
You can read about Rick Pitino in at least three different sections of your newspaper.
You think the rest of the world knows what Benedictine spread is.
You think the rest of the world knows what a Hot Brown is.
You have never eaten fish that wasn't fried.
You think the whole world puts spaghetti in chili. (now I thought that one was Southern Indiana...)
You want another bridge built over the Ohio River, just so long as it doesn't cut through YOUR neighborhood.
You've experienced a "salt storm" after a two-inch snowfall.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Louisville.