Even though I am a New Zealander, I have never been to a rugby match.
Even though I’m a Melburnian, I have never watched a cricket match at the MCG.
Even though I came of age in the 1970-80’s, I have never used cocaine.
Even though I read the book ‘Spiritual Midwifery’, I never had a homebirth. 
Even though I went to OSU for several years, I never went to a football game.
I’m a Canadian and I’ve never eaten poutine!
(Sorry, but it looks like someone threw up on your French fries!)
Even though I’m a hypocrite, I have a lot of integrity.
Even though I live in Florida, I almost never go to the beach, I loathe palm trees and I haven’t been to any Disney destinations in over a decade (though I would like to do that one).
Even though I’ve lived in Lincoln, Nebraska for the last 50 years, I’ve never given a flying fuck about the Cornhusker football team. The only way I know that there’s a game in town is when I run into a traffic jam.
Sacrilege!
Even though I’m a computer geek and hobbyist, I’ve never owned a smart phone or a Windows PC.
Even though I’m a gamer, I’ve never played Dungeons and Dragons.*
*I go to Gen Con every year, and play lots of other role playing games–mostly superhero oriented systems, and the occasional Call of Cthulhu scenario. But I have never played D&D itself.
Even though I went to college at Ohio State, I’ve never been to a football game.
It means the same thing in the eastern US. First time I went to Wisconsin with my family, I saw a sign saying “FRESH BRATS” in the window of a grocery store, and I was *horrified *at the implications.
Even though I’ve been to paradise, I’ve never been to me.
Even though I’ve been to Paris many, many times, I’ve never been treated rudely by a French waiter. Or by anyone else, for that matter.
Even though most of my colleagues are OSU grads and the rest are UM grads and I’m not either, I do enjoy their bickering over what is, at best, collegiate-level, unimportant, mundane football sports.
Thanks for the earworm!
This. (well, except for some German tourists)
Wisconsinite here (who’s eaten thousands of “brahhts”), with an anecdote.
Guests came to town and stayed at a hotel on the UW campus. The next morning the mom came to brunch with a puzzled look: “My pillow had “BRAT” embroidered on it… and the other had something like “CRUD”. I’ve been trying to figure it out…”
We looked up the hotel and it was a new one that was all dolled up in Wisconsiana.
So we all guessed the pillows denoted a cheese CURD and a BRATwurst.
So I’m impressed by Iggy. Living here and never having had a brat (or a cheese curd) would take some self-control.
Now, never having a brandy old fashioned would be a wasted oppurtunity…
Even though I’ve lived in New England since birth, I’ve never had the desire to even try lobster.
I don’t understand. Why not?