9/19/1998
These goddamn rednecks. They were carrying the goalposts on their shoulders down the street, drunk off a hundred thousand Bud Lights in coozies and an ample layer of Dickel on top of it, wearing khakis soiled with nervous sweat and shirts in varying arrangements of squeaky white and a particular shade of orange not quite the shade of a hunter’s safety vest, but also not too far off from a hunter’s safety vest, either.
In Pantone’s color code, it could be found under a coincidentally tipsy code: PMS 151.