When I was a little kid in the early and mid 1970s, my dad would always watch Hee Haw Saturday night at 7:00. Always. No exceptions were allowed. Didn’t matter what sport was on that I was raptly watching (like a late-running college football game), he’d come in, yell at me, change the channel, sit down, and watch Hee Haw. He’d get angry if Hee Haw was pre-empted for anything. And as a 7- or 8-year-old boy, I never understood why.
Then I got a little older. And I took a better look at Barbi Benton...and Misty Rowe...and allllll the rest of those girls in the Daisy Dukes.
And then I understood why my old man never missed Hee Haw. Hint: It wasn’t for the comedy stylings of Junior Samples.
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SAH-Lute!