Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The History of the Razorback!



Look at this picture! 
Razorback, Beard, and sword? Best picture ever!




Well readers, around these parts we like things red and hairy (hence the blog title). So, I thought I would write about the Razorback Mascot, what it is, & where it came from, because it was not always so...




 This guy will mess you up!


Pigs are not American.  I know we all would like to think they are, but they're not.  They were brought here by an explorer named Hernando De Soto.  Hernando was a famous conquistador in Spain because he killed tons of Natives in Peru (what a thing to be famous for, right?).  After he went home, he showed the King and Queen all the gold and stuff he had stolen, and they were ecstatic!  They wanted him to go back, so in 1539 he went back to the new world, only this time with more soldiers.  He was going to beat Johnny Depp to the fountain of youth, or something...  He ended up exploring much of the southern United States, except for Mississippi (and I don't blame him). 


Fun fact: The upper route of his journey (Carolinas) looks like a Pig head! 



 He discovered Arkansas and spent lots of his time there.  Even discovered Hot Springs!  

For this mega long hiking trip, he packed tons of weapons, supplies, and... You guessed it! Pigs!  For his 2 year journey, he packed 200 pigs onto one ship(He took 9 ships.  I'd hate to be on the smelly pig ship).
  

Tried to market the water at Hot Springs as 'DeSoto Pop'.

Well just like family road trips where you let the kids out at the rest stop to stretch their legs, some of the Spaniards let the pigs out in Florida, but they wouldn't get back in the ship!  This is known as pig dumping... 


This is known as pig flying.



Just kidding. Its normal to let your pigs run around and get fat.  Then you go looking in the woods for him when your hungry.  In fact, in the early US, you would go to the local county seat and register your pigs ears.  See, you would cut your pigs ears in a certain shape, and if you saw a pig in the woods with a different ear cut, you couldn't kill it.  It wasn't your pig...  anyways...


Wild feral pigs roaming the country side have been a major issue recently.  They breed so fast, and eat so much the U.S. Dept. of Agriculture says they do about $800 Million dollars of property damage a year.  Most states now have open season on wild hogs.  You see em? You can kill em.  Check this out:


Hogzilla.  A true story.


Wild Razorbacks, being famous for their prickly back, tenacity, and willingness to kill everything has shown up many times in popular culture:



Bufford Hollis is the secret Identity for a Marvel Super hero named Razorback.  He is from Texarkana Arkansas, is super strong, wears an electrified boars head, & has the super power to pilot, drive, and operate anything, yes anything. He built himself a super big rig that had rockets and guns and stuff.  He and Spier-man teamed up to kill a demon or something...


In 1984, an Australian horror film was released called, well, Razorback.

Desoto is famous because not only did he discover the best state ever, but introduced this tasty beast into our hearts and stomachs!  How, though, did the Razorback become the mascot for the University of Arkansas?  It wasn't always the mascot for the U of A...



In 1895, the Arkansas student body had a vote to pick their official university color.  It was between Cardinal and Heliotrope.  Cardinal won (thank goodness! Can you imagine? "Here comes the Arkansas heiotropes!") and along with the color came the mascot.  From about 1894 to 1910, we were the Arkansas Cardinals.  Who knew right? I did, thats why I'm telling you...

So we were know as the Cardinals, till one fateful night...  

Arkansas football coach Hugo Bezdek was coming back from an Amazing win.  On October 30th, 1909, The Arkansas Cardinals just beat the snot out of Louisiana State 16-0 in a big game.  The team was headed back with the coach on the train that night, and when they rolled into the Fayetteville station, there, waiting, was the usual, anxious crowd of students and faculty waiting to hear from the coach on how their team faired.  When the steam engine rolled to a stop, the students swarmed in.  When Coach Bezdek stepped out of the caboose the air filled with questions.  Coach Bezdek raised his hands to silence the crowd, and it quited, except one question was shouted over all.  "Hey Coach, How'd our boys do?!"
Coach Bezdek said in a quiet, sad tone, "Well, they didn't play like football players..." and he looked at his  feet.  The crowd was silent.  Then, with a roar he yelled, "They played like a bunch of Wild Razorback Hogs!" And, as they say, they crowd went wild...


The Newspapers started reporting, not about the Razorback Cardinals, but about "Coach Hugo Bezdek and his Wild Razorback Hogs!"  The new nickname became wildly (pun intended) popular.  The next year the Arkansas student body took another vote, but this time it was about the mascot.  In 1910, the Arkansas student body voted the 'Razorback Hog' as the Official Mascot of the University of Arkansas. 




What do you think of this Post?  Did you know how the Razorback became the mascot before you read this?  
   

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Manliness ( a help for Women to Understand Men)




Boom!  (Exciting intro! )


What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Manliness?  

  • Eating lots of meat!
  • Chest Hair!
  • Guns!
  • Pirates!
  • Hitting things with Axes! (not the body spray! Is the title of this post 'boy-ness'?! NO! Men don't use body spray!)
  • Muscles! 
  • Burping!
  • Big Beards!(the blog title might let you know where I stand on this issue)
  • Beer!
  • Whiskey! Women! and hunting Waskily Wabbits!
  • Ending everything in an exclamation point!!!!!
If you guessed any of the previous, I would say that you are darn close, but no cigar.  Well, have a cigar anyways, this a manly post.  Why are you close?  Most dudes know what I am about to unveil, however, Since the majority of all bloggers and blog readers are females, I'll let you in on a little fact...


Teddy Roosevelt was a dad gum MAN!

  Deep down in the core of every single male from age Nine to Ninety is a question:  Am I man enough?

Every man worth his mustard asks himself "Am I macho? Do I have the stuff?  Am I tough and awesome, etc. etc." Men want, love, crave, expect, dream, and need to feel MANLY.  Thats why we seek all the things I listed before.  I once heard a wise man say, "If you are not part of the cure, then you are part of the problem." That quote has nothing to do with this post... 

However, I also heard a wise man say, "All men want a cause to fight for, a battle to test him, a villain to conquer, and a woman to win." 

King Leonidas did not sing Opera

He might have something there... 

With this question of all questions in mind, here are some logical results I believe to be true:  
  • All men have thought or think about joining the military and fighting.  While they may not consider 'joining up', all men have wondered what the taste of battle really is like.
  • Men revel in experiences that contain the idea of being a hero and beating a rival, thus Men's attraction to sports and video games.  I am not encouraging the playing of video games, just explaining some reasons for them.  It allows men to succeed in an safe-adventure, if there is such a thing...
  • Men love being in the wild, if only for a few days or hours.  Camping, Hiking, and the like, test men's abilities.  The idea of Man vs. the wild is exhilarating.  
If you are a woman, especially a single mother, hopefully this brief incite will help you make sure your man (or little man) grows & blossoms... 'blossoms' is a sissy word...  how about, violently flexes into manhood!  

Check out these great resources to grow in Manliness!


Seeking these pursuits can be healthy, and dad gummit just be the way God made you!  However,  seek the roaming adventures with caution.  I do believe my friend Dr. Service said it best in the following poem...


The Men Who Don't Fit In 
by Robert W. Service


There's a race of men that don't fit in,

 A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
 And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
 And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
 And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
 They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
 And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
 What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
 Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
 With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
 Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
 Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
 In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance; 

 He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
 And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha!  He is one of the Legion Lost;
 He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone; 
 He's a man who won't fit in.