
Turns out the Milk Dairy Game Club was a cockfighting pit that appears to have recently been shut down... and my grandfather was a Lifetime Member, though his card looks shady like he filled out some of the info on his own. Still, he has his member number... I found this interesting article in New Orlean's Times-Picayune that features the President of the MDGC, Carter Kinchen, and cockfighting in general. Here are some excerpts:
Kinchen knows what people think about his sport. That it's barbaric. Brutal. A relic of bygone days. He knows the media loves to focus on the blood and the gore, how the roosters' talons are fitted with knifes, or gaffs, to make the fights quicker and deadlier.
__Yes! It's the media's fault for playing up the slaughtering angle!
In the restaurant that adjoins the cockpit, Kinchen points to a sign above the door advising patrons that "no whiskey, drugs or guns" are allowed on the premises, and that "vulgar language" is also banned.
__No vulgar language!? But you can't have cockfighting without the cock...
It has persisted in Louisiana, Massa said, because of a number of factors. For one, the state's climate is ideal for raising roosters. "It's just like Kentucky is for raising Thoroughbreds," Massa said.
__Because after racing, horses are forced into a pit, have blades attached to their legs, and then fight each other to the death.
__Reminds me of a fake game video game I made up then reviewed for Red Shtick Magazine one time... actually the first of the relatively short-lived series "Game of the Month." The review below is short n' shitty, but after a couple months of writing tech-related stuff the reviews themselves ended up becoming the whole column. Both the reviews and fake covers got much better (IMHO). Anyway, here 'tis, rudimentary photoshopping n' all:


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