House Divided
Growing up in a House Divided—half were Cats and half were Cards fans.
Transcript
I mean growing up, we was in a house divided.
It was… It was half-Cats, half-Cards fans.
And…We..We even had one of them flags in our front yard.
But things would get spicy at dinner, ya know.
Cards fans would be like, “What the hell’re y’all doin’!?! Ain’t Tubby gonna bench Saul? How the hell ya gonna get to the Final Four with a nepo-baby runnin’ point?”
Ya know.
And us Cats fans, we’d be like, “Well, daggone, Ricky P just jizzed all over a tabletop in an Italian restaurant! I mean, how the hell’s Loserville gonna make a long tourney run if you got a daggone head coach dropping loads where people’re supposed to be eatin’ lasagna!?!"
Ya know, riveting conversation, stuff like that.