Chevrolet could not be causing me more anguish and pain if they decided to park an Impala on my chest. I thought that when the NFL season finished, so would the "This is oooour country" commercials. I was wrong. Mellencamp merely laid dormant, waiting for another chance to hurt me.I'd put a YouTube video of it here, but I don't want to do that to you. If you've been lucky enough to not see it today (and fortunately, it's not in extremely heavy rotation), I'm not going to ruin your day like that.
It's like Mellencamp waits for the days I'm most looking forward to, and then he strikes. Big NFL Sunday? Mellencamp will be there. Opening Thursday of the tournament? Mellencamp time. On my wedding day, I'll be standing at the altar, beaming with pride, surrounded by people I love, waiting for "Here Comes the Bride" to kick in ... and Mellencamp's going to jump out from behind a curtain and go, "From the east coast ... to west coast ... down the dixie highway ... back ho-oome."
I really thought I had turned the corner on this difficult time in my life. I was mistaken. I had already made a lifelong vow to never ever purchase a Chevy. Now I'm thinking that's not enough. I'm going to have to start keying every one that I see.
