Living in the south

Now, I'm not certain if this is legitimately a southern thing or not.  But it certainly felt like a cultural experience to me.  I was a in  car with three other branch members.  We were headed home after attending a barbeque.  As we drove along, the driver noticed a herd of cows on the left side of the road.  She rolled down her window and yelled as loud as she could "hey cows!"  The girl in the front passenger seat indicated that that was a silly game, and then began to instruct us on an allegedly more appropriate one.  

The rules of the game are: Split into two team.  Those on the right side of the car are one team.  Those on the left side of the car are another.  The right side counts cows that the car passes that are found to the right of the road, while the left side team does the same with cows spotted to the left of the road.  The goal is to end up with the most cows counted.  But, here's the catch.  It you see a cemetery or a church with a cross on it, it means that all of your accumulated cows have died.  Rest in peace, imagined-butchered bovine.  And you have to start over in your cow counting. I'm not sure that it was actually a superior game than the first.  Although I personally would rather count cows than holler at them for no reason.  Although it was quite unfortunate that, at the end of a detour on our way back, the vehicle passed the cemetery near the entrance to my apartment complex on the right side of car.  I blame the driver.