Ooooh…Tigers!
Pat Austin is jealous of the trash talking going on amongst myself, Grandpa Steve, and GatorDoug. See, I think Doug’s favorite college football team – the Florida Gators – is entirely populated by crybaby wusses who’d panic at the sight of a single snowflake. Doug, for his part, thinks having a bunch of national championships in their trophy room is the best revenge.
Yeah, well…um…your face!
That’ll teach him.
Now Pat, of Shreveport, Louisiana (please read the previous word in a long, languid drawl, making sure to pronounce each “i” as if it were an especially long “e”), is getting in on the action:
Boys, THIS is tiger. We eat badgers for breakfast and take the skins from gators.
Especially when they come into our den:
Pat, Pat, Pat. To paraphrase Grandpa Steve: you know why the only tigers in Wisconsin live in zoos? They want the bars to protect them from the badgers!