Cultural Imperialism in the Deep South
October 24, 2007
I own a townhouse in Delray Beach, Florida, where one of my hangouts is a beach bar called “Bostons.” There are about a hundred televisions playing all Boston area sporting events, year round, and the place is covered with sports junk from way back when — the kind of stuff Lew Rockwell collected while growing up in Massachusetts.
I’ll be there this weekend and will be forced to root for the Red Sox for personal safety reasons. All that Boston sports junk hasn’t New Englandized the locals one bit, however. A couple of months ago there was a very good rock band playing there that got polite applause after every song. But when they played “Sweet Home Alabama” the whole place exploded with thunderous applause, cheering, and even rebel yells. The same crowd will no doubt be there this weekend, probably rooting against the Rockies.
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