In the American South, people structure their entire existences around college football. It's like going to mass. Every weekend there's a home game, people climb into their mascot-themed vehicles, drive hours in traffic, spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on a buffet that would rival a royal marriage reception, and generally cannot be relied upon to do anything other than worship at the Altar of Football.
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MTM says I have no sense of direction. Put me out in an unknown place, and you are liable to never see me again.
So, when I needed to do a long walk in Charlotte, North Carolina, MTM was sure I could handle the Little Sugar Creek Greenway.
"It follows this creek for six miles, Andra. How could you get lost?"