Monday, January 07, 2008

Massachusetts: Because Massholes Have To Come From Somewhere

Chapter 5 in "Know Limpy's States"

Massachusetts is the 6th state admitted to the Union, ratifying the Constitution, (which is totally different than the Declaration of Independence, and if you know that, you're not only as smart as a fifth grader, but you are in fact smarterer than Bill O'Reilly), on February 6, 1788. Massachusetts is called "The Gay State" to memorialize its foresightedness in being the first state to legalize gay marriage.

What? "The Bay State"? Really? Well, that's sort of lame.

There are at least two and arguably three distinct sections of Massachusetts. The two definite sections are a) Greater Boston and b) Everywhere else. Sometimes people separate "Everywhere else" into "Western Massachusetts", a wilderness area inhabited primarily by flannel wearing woodspeople and possibly some gnomes in the far northwest, and "Cape Cod" an area populated chiefly by transients and fairies. And not the same kind of fairies who would be at home with the gnomes, but the kind of fairies who buy up all the good property on the beaches and then tastefully redecorate the shit out of it.

Boston is probably the first true city in the US, at least if you listen to anyone from Boston. And not just listen, but understand them. The latter can be quite a trick since no one in Boston can actually pronounce the letter "r" in any way, shape or form, not to mention the fact that they're usually shit-faced drunk and screaming that Jeter is a homo. My favorite quote about Boston, and I can't recall the author/speaker, goes along the lines of this: "When Boston was first built, the city-founders declared it to be the biblical 'Shining City Upon A Hill', then later decided to abandon that false pretense of modesty".

Boston has four major sports teams: The Celtics, who are now good again thanks to importing two really good older guys. They'll probably challenge for the NBA title this year, but no one outside Boston will watch, because no one cares about the NBA anymore; the Bruins, who allegedly play a sport called "hockey" in a league called the "NHL". Truth be told, this could be a myth, much like the gnomes of Western Massachusetts, but not like the Cape Cod Fairies, which are totally real. Yes, I am still bitter about the Whalers.

There's also a football team that plays sort of near Boston called the New England Patriots. I don't think they're very good, but rumor has it they may pull it together over the next couple of years.

And then there's the Red Sox. The Fucking Red Sox. You know, they were a cute team a few years ago. Every now and then they'd make the play-offs and find some creative way to lose, like forgetting to catch a ground ball, or forgetting to throw the ball in from the outfield while the other team ran around the bases like raped apes, or tripping over a batter while trying to field a bunt. They lost so much and so memorably that people wondered what their fans would do if they ever won the World Series. And then they won it in 2004 and I cheered for them, much the same way I would cheer for the fat kid to stumble across the finish line in a 100 yard dash. And we found out what would happen to their fans.

They would turn into screaming assholes.

And they did. Holeee crap. Yes, you've won two World Series in four years. That's very impressive. When you win four in five years get back to me.

In addition to its mediocre athletic teams, Massachusetts is home to many insititutions on higher learning. Some, like Harvard, MIT and Tufts, have fine reputations. Others, like Holy Cross, are located in Worcester, quite possibly the second ugliest city in the state, (Hello, Holyoke!), and while it could be a fine school, no one in their right mind would want to stay in Worcester for four years. And then there are those Massachusetts schools that teach women how to harness their mutant microwave energy and how to pick just the right skin tight suit to show off their gravity defying breasts.

Massachusetts state bird is the chickadee. While this is the same bird as Maine's, technically Massachusetts is the older state, and for awhile Maine was a part of Massachusetts before fighting a bloody civil war from 1861-1865 to win its independence, so we can't legitmately accuse Masschusetts of stealing the chickadee from Maine. We can, however, totally do so illegitemately, so fuck you Massachusetts, get your own damn bird!

The Massachusetts state flower is the Mayflower. Gee, I can't imagine where they came up with that name. Smug little fuckers. For a great book about the Pilgrims, the Indians, and what a bunch of conniving assholes they all were, click here. A bit different from what we all learned in 6th grade English. Squanto the hero my ass.

The highest point in Massachusetts is atop Mt. Greylock, 3,491 feet above sea level. I've climbed it. There's a road to the top. Once was enough.

There are 6,433,422 people in Massachusetts, all of who are going to hell for living in a state that legitimizes gay marriage, and more importantly for rooting for the Red Sox. God hates the Red Sox.

IF YOU'RE IN MASSACHUSETTS YOU SHOULD: Well, shit, there's actually tons to do in Massachusetts. Good Italian food in the north end of Boston. Great seafood on the Cape. Whale watching tours off of Provincetown. Queer watching in Provincetown. Great music options like the Calvin Theater in Northhampton. A strip bar in North Hadley called "Anthony's" that is simply God's gift to men. And of course, chartered fishing tours out of Gloucester.


LIMPY'S CONNECTION TO STATE: Pretty damn strong. I spend a lot of time in Boston for lots of reasons, and North Hadley for obvious reasons. I dated a girl who lived near Worcester for over a year. I've hiked all over the western part of the state. I love the Northhampton music scene.


Next up: New Hampshire. The state everyone pays attention to once every four years, then tries to forget, sort of like your odd uncle who lives in the attic.


Blogger The Recovering Straight Girl said...

Yeah for Queers! Double yeah for strip clubs!

Just a little trivia about me, (I'm feeling a little narcissistic,) I've been laid in Massachusetts several times and once got drunk in Boston on Christmas Eve (which would explain my former statement.)

1:51 PM  
Blogger SoozieQ said...

If you were my teacher, I'd have paid more attention during Geography. See, THIS kind of information is useful. Well everything except for the part about you getting laid...because EWWWW. Who wants to think about their teacher getting laid. Ick.

Oh wait, take that back. I had one teacher that I would have gladly compromised my morals for. Wowsa, he was hot.

2:37 PM  
Blogger eclectic said...

Hey, you take that back! Mr. Eclectic hails from Worcester, and it's not that ugly... so long as you stay out of the main area and hang out at my MIL's house on an acre of woods instead.

3:22 PM  
Blogger tysgirl said...

I spent a week in Massachusetts years ago. Couldn't understand a fucking word anyone said. Every time we went out to dinner and I ordered sprite, they'd bring me french fries?!?!?

I could probably live without going back.

6:19 PM  
Blogger Lady K said...

"those Massachusetts schools that teach women how to harness their mutant microwave energy and how to pick just the right skin tight suit to show off their gravity defying breasts."

What about those of us who don't NEED anything to show off our gravity defying breasts?

10:20 PM  
Blogger limpy99 said...

RSG, that would only explain the former statement if you got laid several times the one time you got drunk in Boston in Xmas Eve.

Soozieq, I can't recall ever having a teacher I wanted to bone, but now I'll be scrolling through my memories. Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Eclectic, I notice he doesn't live there anymore.

Tysgirl, look, if you're in Boston ordering Sprite for dinner you deserve the fries. Order beer. Live a little.

Lady K, those women should send pcitures to me to prove their claims.

9:25 AM  
Blogger tysgirl said...

I was working, beer was frowned upon.

11:52 AM  
Blogger The Recovering Straight Girl said...


5:44 PM  
Blogger MizMouthy said...

I live in RI now...(unfortunately) but I am a Masshole for life...

The Wild Turkey is also the Massachsuetts state bird. Also known as a "Boston Driver"...heh

Also if you live in Central MA/ Boston area, people that live in Western MA are pretty much looked down upon and thought of as "backwoodsy" (kind of like people from New Hampster). Just sayin'...

I highly resent your bad mouthing of the Red Sox but I will forgive you because your post was pretty funny and "dead-on" on some things and also funny and "wicked pissah".


6:15 AM  
Blogger Tai said...

HEY! How do you know about my uncle in the attic???
That's creepy, dude.

8:35 AM  
Blogger Party Girl said...

The fact that they had their own civil war was news to me.

See. Blogging, it's good for the brian.

I mean, brain.

10:36 AM  
Blogger puerileuwaite said...

Another educational and inspiring post to paste into my travelogue.

Might I add a few slogans?

Massachusens: Sure they're obnoxious pains-in-the-asses, but if they weren't, we still might be part of the British "Empire"

Girls with Boston accents were meant for headphone sex

Planes, Trains and Automobiles: Pick the one a Kennedy HASN'T crashed in Massachusetts

What's a Fenway?

9:39 AM  
Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

You are going to take us through all 50 states and perhaps our colonies, aren’t you? Then I hope you gather ‘em all up into a book and publish ‘em.

4:37 AM  
Blogger limpy99 said...

Tysgirl, you clearly weren't working in Boston then.

RSG, you pagan lesbians celebrate Xmas the best!

MM, if I had to live in Rohda Island I'd be mainlining Wild Turkey. Or am I giving too much away?

Tai, I have well-placed sources in the Canadien government. And your attic.

PG, very few people know about the MA/ME Civil War. Mention it in your next grad student paper for extra credit!

Pug, spot-on with the headphone sex. I hate it when they insist on calling me "Nomah"

Nick, that's the plan, although publishing them seems like a longshot.

10:16 AM  
Blogger Sylvia said...

I can attest to the fact that there is such a sport as hockey. I can also positively say that there is, in fact, a National Hockey League. However, I can not provide evidence supporting the claim that the Bruins play such sport, although they are listed as a part of the league.

6:00 PM  
Blogger Rat In A Cage said...

This is my favorite one so far. Great job. I was actually born in Greater Boston & most of my family is from there so I spent countless vacations in all of the posts you described so I laughed extra hard at your hard hitting factual account. Again, BRAVO!

8:56 PM  
Blogger Lady K said...

limpy. seriously. I read this again and can't. stop. giggling.

Pictures may be on the way. I now want to take nekkid ones in some tidepool off the northeastern coast. Preferrably at Anthony's with some random topless chick. Just for you. Live life, right?

9:40 PM  
Blogger Phollower said...

Dammit Limpy. How many times do I have to tell you? When you post a picture of a half naked chick the picture, when clicked on, should show you a LARGE picture of that half naked chick. Not the same tiny picture on a different page. What the hell do you think we come here for anyway?

8:42 AM  
Blogger limpy99 said...

Sylvia, the Bruins play hockey in much the same way the Special Olympics kids "run" the 100 yard dash.

Rat, then I assume you've had your share of pints at the Black Rose. Great bar.

LK, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me in the blog world. Except that Anthony's is way inland, but don't let that stop you.

Phollower, yeah, I'm not happy with those pictures and their transition. My suggestion would be that you scroll down and look at that Cuthbert chick.

9:25 AM  
Blogger Chick said...

You are dead on about Worcester, I spent a weekend there in high school & still have nightmares about it's ugliness.

8:32 PM  

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