The bar named Billy Bronco's is a figment of my imagination. It is a place on Boise's east side where all the Boise State Bronco faithful congregate to worship and much like a Sunday morning church service all try to appear more righteous and out-sing the other while shorting the collection plate as it's passed.
It was nasty at Billy Bronco's last week. It was like when a group of guys are all wearing their nasty-underwear at the same time. You know, like a fishing trip when nobody ‘s changed in five days; only turned them inside out.
It effects the olfactory receptors and the next thing you know beer doesn't taste the way it should. When that happens anything is liable to occur. Staunch and unwavering patriots as well as faithful and fellow worshipers can turn on each other like a pack of hungry dogs.
There were as many opposing forces as in a South American revolution.
When that happens somebody has to step forward to whittle the forces down into only two opposing ideologies. "Taste great and less filling" has already been exhausted.
All the sudden someone steps up with, "Ya think they ought to allow guns on campus?"
The next thing you know there were accusations of wanting to deport Californians and bring back Jim Crow laws.
Everybody was claiming to be more tolerant than the other. Someone shouted, "I can't tolerate intolerant people. Kill them!"
Old enemies began to square off against old friends. Strange and new alliances formed.
"If I'd known you were this way I'd never have greened you."
"If I'd known you were this way I'd never have supported your stupid post supporting Prince?"
"You outed me, you rat."
"Rat! You snake."
Well that's just a sampling; it traversed from guns to reptiles in less than two beers.
Just before things started looking like a night on the ice between the Bruins and Rangers somebody fired a round into the ceiling.
I'm not sure that settled the argument, but it sure quieted things down. And everybody went home to rethink their previously held positions. Some also reexamined any long held prejudices, which, of course, no one has.