I was born in the country. And when I die, my bones will go back to those old hills of Pennsylvania.
The above is a picture of Shorty Miller, professional baller. Shorty Miller was from the 717. In 1912, Ohio State told Shorty he was too short. He kicked the crap out of them. So did Dex Very. Ohio State left the field, we kicked them so bad. Suck it, Columbus.
I am from the 717. All Penn State fans who attain understanding and a special kind of Nittany Lion good home-cookin' zen can be from the 717.
This one time I was goin' up East Big Flat Ridge on the Shippensburg Road and I seen me a boy with a Waylon Jennings plate holder comin' down the mountain. An' I knew we was brothers.
Here is Steve Young's The White Trash Song:
Joe Paterno came with the mornin' wind, and he left with the mountain rain.
The song has nothing to do with Penn State football, and yet it has everything to do with Penn State football. To the world, we are a bunch of drunken midnight country ramblers who ain't got nothin' to lose because we done blew it all up and turned our little country valley into a wretched hive of scum and villainy.
Ohio State, meanwhile, is the establishment. More to the point, they are the city. Remember Terrelle Pryor: we're too country for him.
I don't know what I'm talking about anymore, I just really wanted to post a link to that video and say that we are the country, and they are the dirty, filthy, awful city. God, our water's so clean.
I ain't got no need for sobriety.
We might win.
Country. See Happy Valley, US Highway 322.