Los Angeles Times sports writer, T.J. Simers, wishes he was funny. Steve Martin funny. Sadly, he’s not all that funny. Nebraskans, as members of the human race, appreciate funny.

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Here’s some of the drivel he convinced his employer, the Tribune Company, to run:

I got to thinking last summer, as I drove the family-that-I-used-to-love across Nebraska in a RV what it must be like to actually live there most every day of your life.

I can’t remember for sure if it was Nebraska or Kansas where I saw a tree, but it just seemed as if there wasn’t much there.

That’s why the corn cobs love their football. It’s all they have, everyone wearing red, and sitting there like plump, ripe tomatoes with corncobs stuck to their heads, singing, “There is no place like Nebraska.”

I didn’t know coastal media elites had the wherewithal to drive a recreational vehicle. You learn something everyday.

As for the tired old cliché about Nebraska being boring, I beg to differ. In reality, there are few things more monotonous than sitting in L.A. traffic.