If These 10 Things Make Sense to You, You’ve Been in Indiana Far Too Long

Indiana, where basketball is religion, cornfields are a lifestyle, and the Indy 500 is considered a sacred holiday. It’s a state where folks wave at strangers, deep-fry anything that doesn’t run away, and brag about their high school gymnasium like it’s the Louvre. If the following makes perfect sense to you, congratulations—you’ve been in Indiana far too long, and you probably have a lawn chair in your trunk just in case.

You’ve played or watched basketball in a gym nicer than most college campuses.

Doesn’t matter the size of the town—that gym is always state-of-the-art.

You know exactly how to pronounce “Versailles”… and it ain’t the French way.

Also see: “Loogootee,” “Lebanon,” and “Kokomo.”

You think cornfields are scenic.

Endless rows of corn swaying in the breeze? That’s just a Hoosier sunset.

You’ve had entire conversations about whether it’s going to rain during the county fair.

Spoiler: it will. It always does.

You’ve referred to Indianapolis as “The City” like it’s Manhattan.

And no matter where you’re from, it’s always “about an hour away.”

You’ve tailgated in a field for a high school football game.

Bonus points if there were tractors parked next to pickup trucks.

You’ve been personally attacked by a pothole.

Somewhere near I-65, your suspension still cries at night.

You know that “Hoosier Hospitality” means helping a stranger push their car and offering them a casserole afterward.

We’re polite, even when passive-aggressively judging your out-of-state plates.

You instinctively wave at other drivers on two-lane roads.

It’s the unspoken code of the Hoosier head-nod or finger-lift wave.

You’ve planned your life around the Indy 500 like it’s a family reunion.

Because in Indiana, “The Greatest Spectacle in Racing” is family tradition.

If you found yourself nodding, smiling, or yelling “YES!” at any point, it’s safe to say Indiana has claimed you. Whether you’re deep in basketball season, stuck behind a combine, or debating whether pork tenderloin is best breaded or grilled, you’ve gone full Hoosier. Just remember: corn is more than a crop—it’s a way of life.