Wow, what brought this on, I don't know . . . .
I was thinking about my 55 or so years as a spectator, participant, or coach of various school athletic events, mostly basketball. I was remembering some of the cheers I heard over the years--
All these with a Southern accent . . .
Go back! Go back!
Go back in yo' woods!
Yo' team ain't no 'count
and Yo' coach ain't no good!
Poke Chops Poke Chops
Greasy, greasy
We can beat yo' team
Easy, easy!
This next one I heard in Macon, GA. There was a particularly stuck-up private school where students were assured of their superiority. Sometimes, though, they had trouble competing with the public school athletic teams. Along about the fourth quarter when it was obvious that they were losing again . . .
That's alright, that's OK
You'll work for me one day.
I was thinking about my 55 or so years as a spectator, participant, or coach of various school athletic events, mostly basketball. I was remembering some of the cheers I heard over the years--
All these with a Southern accent . . .
Go back! Go back!
Go back in yo' woods!
Yo' team ain't no 'count
and Yo' coach ain't no good!
Poke Chops Poke Chops
Greasy, greasy
We can beat yo' team
Easy, easy!
This next one I heard in Macon, GA. There was a particularly stuck-up private school where students were assured of their superiority. Sometimes, though, they had trouble competing with the public school athletic teams. Along about the fourth quarter when it was obvious that they were losing again . . .
That's alright, that's OK
You'll work for me one day.
