The Hudson Valley culture is one that I have found to be vastly different from my own. Someone asked me once if I wear a fish hook on my hat because I "really do actually, like - like to fish." I get a strange look every time I mention a snowmobile. Then I get...
"There's a Mexico, New York?"
"I've been upstate, it's like a shack in the woods."
and when my friend Russ arrived at my house for a weekend his first question was, "Steve, what do you do around here?"
It's clear, I live in an overlooked and under-appreciated part of New York State. However, there is one thing that always makes me smile. That familiar sight of Jim Boeheim always warms my heart. That is the one thing in these parts that I can still have. I'm that guy at Buffalo Wild Wings sitting alone watching Syracuse blowout some team in a pointless game by 40 until the last second ticks off the clock. I'm that guy that watched the six OT marathon, before sleeping an hour and going to the airport. I'm the guy walking around the seminary campus during the preseason chanting "Let's go Orange."
But please don't look down on me, it's just one little part of home that I have while I'm here.
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