Them Duke Boys

Hey, Pig. Whatcha doing?

“Aw, you know the ol’ Pig. Drinkin’ my wine an’ singin’ the blues!”

Sure.

“Don’t got too much t’ be blue about, tho! Got me a free shirt.”

You’re at Duke, huh?

“Harvard o’ North Carolina! That’s what ev’rybody keeps tellin’ me, anyway. I don’t know too much ’bout that. The ol’ Pig never did take too well t’ school.”

Weren’t much of a student, huh?

“Couldn’t see no need for most of it! Brought me down, man! I go to history class, an’ the lady’s tellin’ me all about Napoleon. I got my own problems! Let Napoleon take came o’ hisself! Wouldn’t mind meetin’ that Josephine chick, tho. Heh heh.”

She was something.

“My math teacher tried t’ tell me that Pythagoras got a theory! I told that ol’ teacher that I got a plenty o’ theories, but I don’t bother teenagers with ’em!”

Good point.

“Only one I liked was Miss Worthy. Taught me Second Grade. Fine woman! I would show up early jus’ to bang out her erasers!”

You had a little crush on her?

“Yes, I did! So I gave her my rap!”

Did it work?

“It most certainly did not!”

Can’t win ’em all.

“No, but I show up f’r every game!”

You’re the MVP, buddy.

“Most Valuable Pig, yes I am.”