Southern Battlefield

Last night I found myself suddenly engaged in a war of words. It started innocently enough but my southerness was unwittingly challenged and, as any proud regionalist knows, such challenges quickly lead to a duel.

This post is about the word artist, Ryan Holdaway.

It all began with a tweet (that's a message sent through Twitter, my fine unconnected friends). Ryan was expressing sorrow that his "all-time favorite baseball player... who had the sweetest swing in the history of baseball" retired last night. (Prize for who guesses that correctly- and it can't be Ryan, cheater.) When I asked him if he wanted me to pass over the box of tissues sitting on the desk in front of me, he smartly replied: You should know that a southern gentleman always carries his own hankie.

I don't know what it was about that tweet but I had a proud moment. That is, until he forgot I was a southerner myself. This is where the story begins.

This is where Ryan decides its time to kick it up a notch:

And then he hits it out of the park with the sweetest of swings:

Keep in mind he had a two hour advantage on me and I haven't put up my white flag (Retreat? Not a Southern girl...) so the smoke hasn't settled in the battlefield. But the point is- I think yall should check out Mr. Ryan Holdaway and his word mastery. He's hard at work in AZ on a new album due out this Fall and will be back in Utah hitting up the stages in September (If you're in AZ, you can snag him at a show in July). Get ready to treat your ears to lyrical genius.

http://www.facebook.com/ryanholdawaymusic

P.S. Are you a proud regionalist? Feeling inspired by this southern brawltasticness? Comment your regional rhyme here (or jump in on twitter @ryan_holdaway @sugaredmagnolia):