Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


The Texas Twang

No, it isn't a local Tex-Mex dish or even a dance move. It is the way we speak here.

For those of you who were bored enough to listen to videos I've posted on here where I actually speak, yell or laugh ... you know that I sound like I should be riding a horse and wearing cowboy boots 24/7.

I will proudly admit that I've got a Texan twang.

But, I've met my match. My boy's baseball coach has me beat. The other day at practice he kept calling/yelling at the kid in centerfield. I looked around because I couldn't figure it out. I turn to Army of Dad and we have the following exchange:

AoM: Is he yelling 'Lion' at some kid?
AoD: Huh?
AoM: *again* Is he yelling 'Lion' at some kid?
AoD: What are you talking about?
AoM: Listen.
Coach: Lion!
AoM: See!
AoD: He's saying Lane.
AoM: Are you sure?
AoD: Yes.

Lion = Lane when you have that twang.

No, sing it now to this tune:
Your pronunciation doan mean a thang, if you ain't got that twang!


  • At 9:07 AM, April 01, 2008, Blogger Dr Zibbs said…

    That's OK. In Philly we pronounce water: Wooder

  • At 4:44 PM, April 01, 2008, Blogger Gadfly said…

    My favorite is the old school West Texas white guys think it effeminate to pronounce a hard-O sound at the end of a word, which is hilarious in an environment where so much spanish is spoken.

    "Let's go to that Takka Bell and git us some Takkas fer lunch"


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