The Mostly True Exploits and Tales of Bodybuilding, Powerlifting, and Other Strength Sports Across the South, from Texas to Alabama Chapter Two: Pulling Big A.K.A. The One in Texas with Deadliftin’, Tire-Flippin’ and Tobacco-Spittin’ Setting: East Texas, 2004 “Texas ain’t so bad,” Bubba said, about the time that we pulled up to the gate of my Uncle Kirk’s ranch in East Texas. For Bubba, this was tantamount to a revelation. Since we had left Mississippi, he hadn’t said a whole lot of good stuff about my home state. “You changin’ your tune?” I asked, as we both got out of my truck. I walked over to the gate to swing it open. Bubba walked to the back of the truck, and the cooler full of ice-cold beer. “Nah, Texas is too flat,” Bubba replied, as he cracked open a Budweiser. “I’m just sayin’ that it ain’t so bad—it’s got some good-lookin’ gals, for instance. But it needs hills. And trees. The only trees I seen so far are around ponds and lakes.” I was ready to
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