Ahhh, Brat Days. I remember getting absolutely smoked there when I was 14, and running into my JV Football coach who was as drunk as I was and all he said was "you better not still be hungover when camp starts." My cousin (who was 16 at the time) had gotten some orange crush and Five O'Clock to make screwdrivers. He made mine last, and when I looked down into the cup, it was completely clear. He just goes "sorry, I ran out of pop". That was rough!
As a McIntire native, I take no responsibility for the occasional Riceville meathead who had to be a tough guy at Brat Days and start a fight right on the tennis courts.
I would agree that western Mitchell County is a little more chill, and I like that. Those of us from the east side of the county get a little bit of that crazy Howard County influence!