I would love to win Billy Ray's guitar, but I won't.
You see, I am not his biggest fan, Lets be honest here, I'm not much of a fan at all, and it wouldn't bother me if I never heard "Achy Breaky Heart" again.
No offense, Billy, but after hearing it about a zillion times in its heyday, it kind of grinds on the nerves, ya know?
I don't have a little crippled child who adores "Hannah Montana" , nor do I have a child/sister/uncle/second-cousin-twice-removed with an incurable ailment, who would die happy if they had his guitar.
What I do have is an older sister who is his Number One fan. I don't want it to give to her. I want it to aggravate her with it. "Ha Ha....I got it and you didn't!"
I mean to tease her till the her last breath with the knowledge that I have a guitar autographed by her idol/fantasy lover/whatever.
I should win, because I'm a home town girl. As a matter of fact, when I go home, I travel down the "Billy Ray Cyrus Highway", a chunk of U.S. Route 23, that runs from South Shore Ky,(my home town) to Ashland, Ky.
Billy knows how we Kentucky folk treat our families. We love them to death, and would willingly die for them, but we also love to get under their skin, and irritate the daylights out of them, with love.
Winning this would do that.