Tight Chested and Quiver Lipped

Scarlett O'Tebow
I think somebody got their feelings hurt... oh... no I think someone got rocketed in the chin by Patrick Trahan... but it looked clean from here!
I feel like at some point during this video the theme song from Gone With The Wind should have cranked and we'd have a soft dissolve of Tebow's silhouette against a glorious sunset.

From there we hear...
As God is my witness, as God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never lose a football game again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I'll never lose a tackle football game again.

Hotty Toddy!!!!!!

FINALLY!!!! What a difference a week makes!

Just as the fog is lifting

Made the ride down Corridor X last weekend to catch the Johnnys play the 'Dores and now getting to place where all the events of the past week can be accounted for. In retrospect this trip was fraught with signs that things were not going to go our way, the first bad omen being trying to find gas at three different exits in the greater Oxford/Anniston metroplex. Every station we came to had those wonderful black bags on every pump. It was so bad that we were checking to see who Jacksonville State and Ryan Periloser were playing so we could at least catch a tackle football game while we waited for the effects of Hurricane Ike to wear off. Bad omen number 2... a bad rack of ribs once we arrived in Memphis. I have been talking dry ribs up with my buddy every since we got this trip on the calendar. Spouting off about how wonderful the ribs are at Central BBQ.... just juicy, tender, fall of the bone ribs. What did we get? Glorified jerky. I couldn't believe it. With the arrival of friday we had a glimmer of hope restored. BBQ redemption was theme for the day. We went to the one place where I knew disappointment wasn't on the menu and we finally had the taste of bad ribs out of our mouth. Belly and flask full we headed downtown to take in the atmosphere in the Peabody Lobby. My grandmother was convinced that the bloody marys created in the lobby bar are by far the best on the planet. I always try to take new guests to Memphis down there for at least one cocktail. We ended up hanging out for a bit then met my brother at another spot for an after work drink and bad omen number 3... locked keys in the car. Took us a little while but it is good to know we could boost a car if we had to! We decided to take it to the house for dinner and drove back out east. While at the store buying some steaks my buddy realized that bad omen number 4 had taken residence in his wallet in the very spot where is credit card usually resided. So back downtown we went to retrieve said card... we hoped. Card back in hand we headed home to put the past two days behind us. Awoke to a beautiful saturday morning that just tasted like football season. Cool. Light breeze. We couldn't wait to head for the grove. Trip down was good. Parking? No problem. Tent? All set up. Long time friends? Reunited! Girls? A fall fashion show in the grove! Bad Omen 5? Rain... just a little bit... enough to remind us that we are Ole Miss and there are greater forces working against us. Game starts and things look great for the first quarter. Then the final bad omen rears its ugly head in the form of the final three quarters of the game. Apparently, we had crawled pretty deeply into the bottom of a bottle because things are pretty blurry until the end of the game. A thick haze covered my mind and my mouth on sunday. I didn't want to think about football anymore. Monday? The haze was gone but my disdain for football was still present. I couldn't even begin to think about Florida this weekend. Tuesday I started to rally. I actually thought about what could be in store for us this weekend. The fog lifted last night as I caught the replay on CSS. I couldn't watch past halftime. Now, there is talk of canceling the debate? We Are Ole Miss! Do the omens continue?

On our way to see the Rebels Play!

Heading to the Grove this weekend for the festivities. Can't wait to be home! I am taking a good friend to the game,,, he's a Georgia fan and has never had the pleasure of fair Oxford on game day. Now that I think about it, everyone I've taken to a game has been a Georgia fan. A couple of years ago I carried my good friend and his new wife to Oxford for an Ole Miss/ Georgia game. My wife and I gave them tickets as a wedding gift because... damn it, know one needs that much china! We cruised in of friday night and I drove them by stadium. Of course the gate was unlocked so we went out on the field. Cutcliffe was out there talking to reporters and trowing the ball with some kids and came over to talk to us. Say what you want about David Cutcliffe... yes he's a wheezin' heart attack waitin' to happen and we're better off without him... but he's a nice guy. He came over, introduced himself and was very nice to me and my friend (who I introduced as a rabid dawg fan). He told to enjoy ourselves and headed off... didn't run us off the field or anything. I miss the ole days when no one bothered to lock up Vaught. We lost that game but were competitive until the end.
I took a couple of other Dawgs to Oxford a few years back. Ed Gump was the coach and we, again, were competitive, had a couple of calls not go our way and... lost. The atmosphere was impressive. My friends definitely enjoyed themselves. They were most impressed by the enormous port o potties with the hot and cold running water and air conditioning... "We ain't never seen anything like it!"
What does this weekend have in store for us? Well, I don't know. We're playing Vandy, who is (and it pains me to even type this) undefeated. When I think about my days as an undergrad, there are two teams that I remember having more problems beating. Vandy and Tulane. For some reason...those guys are in our head. Who knows about this week? All I know is that it is going to be good to be in the Grove again. I want to see it all and have my friend see and experience the game day experience at its finest. With that said, here is what I don't want to see...

these guys are douche bags!

You the Man... cuz you beat the Man!

Yep... the Nature Boy took one (or more) on the chin the other night. This time at the hands of his daughter's 22 year old boyfriend. Question is what kind of punk picks on an old man and national treasure like Ric Flair?
Here is what Chapel Hill police found when they reported to a domestic dispute call early the other morning...



"The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes was not found at the scene but had this to add...

Something nice for a change...

While we tend to be bit snarky around here, its time to live into the mantra of mothers everywhere... that being "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." Well, I heard a couple of very positive comments today in regards to our recent tackle football game with the Demon Deacons of Wake Forest University. Jim Grobe made an appearance on the Scott Van Pelt show (of ESPN fame) earlier today and had nothing but positive remarks about Ole Miss and our beloved football program. He went on and on about our team on both sides of the ball. Very refreshing! Also, I came across on article in the Memphis Commercial Appeal recounting the loss to Wake. The first paragraph of the article recounted how the Rebels received a sincere standing ovation from the Wake fans as they exited the field on Saturday. Considering the state of college athletics and their fan bases these days, it is just nice to see folks appreciating an honest effort and good contest.

Coach's Show Tuesday- Petrino

Last week I was little tough on Ol' Sly Croom and that half ass operation he's associated with down Starkneckville. After catching the Bobby Petrino Show this afternoon, I have to offer my apologies to Croom. They are not running the worst program in the nation... no that honor goes to the necks in Fayetteville. What an absolutely crappy waste of my time. I'm not sure but I think Richard and his lovely wife of Cabot made an appearance as the show got under way.  Incidentally, I believe Richard chose to wear his wedding outfit to the game on Saturday.  Lots and lots of lip cheese and scraggly long hair.  Classic!  The Hogs lucked into a win because whatever high school they were playing missed the field goal that would have sealed their fate.  Bobby had little positive to say about his team's performance which is understandable.  My only question is why this guy and this school get an hour for the show?  Clearly too much time to talk about a performance like they had on Saturday.  Which, in the long run, meant more crappy commercials with has-been hogs.  What a joke!

On the home side of things, I also caught Reverend Nutt's weekly address to our faithful congregation.  We have got to get a better theme song!  Now!

Finally, Tommy Tuberville has awfully large ears.

Ok, Saban is on so I'm gonna go kill myself.

damn it

well... we covered!

Wake Forest... a reminding!

I spent the better part this week a little worried about the game tomorrow in Winston.  I think most of my anxiety stems from a drubbing the Johnnys sustained at the hands of deacs two years ago in a driving rain.  At that time we had a glorified shrimp'n boat captain at the helm and he should have been able to better deal with the squal.  Anyway, they handed our fannies to us.  To add to those wonderful memories I also had the every sports guru in the country repeating the "Wake is the class of the ACC" mantra all week long.  "Oooohhhhh... Riley Skinner!"  Anyway, I was a little worried.  Actually, I was hoping for a rain out.  I seriously wanted to the remnants of Hurricane Hanna to park themselves over Winston Salem and cause a postponement.   Then it hit today.  Wake is in the ACC!  The weak ass ACC.  What in the world are we worried about?  Its the ACC!  And, more often than not, they are in the bottom of ACC!  I started to do a little digging.  Not only is Wake generally at the bottom of the ACC, they also historically reside at the bottom of the NCAA all time (go ahead and scroll down to #105).  So, I'm no longer worried about tomorrow afternoon.  I see it more as an opportunity to remind Wake from whence they came.  They've been getting a little big for the britches lately and its time for a little "reminding!"  Good Lord, its the ACC!

ps.  Scroll on up to #89 to find Sly and the boyz (Ha Ha... that's hilarious!)  They are even below Vandy and Kentucky!

Kige is MONEY

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10 10 on the side...

I don't think my dog bit you, mister. 'Cause Fred definately DON'T like grease!

Sad day.... sad sad day. America has lost one of its favorite sons. Jerry Reed passed away this day after a battle with emphysema.
Jerry uttered one the great lines in movie history when he told Burt Reynolds (that handsome devil, Bandit) he'd meet him on the other side of Ole Miss. I'm sure Jerry has all the Coors beer he could ever want now that he's North Bound and down.

Sly Dog on the television

I caught the first addition of this season's Houston Nutt show this afternoon but before that wonderful experience I had to sit through the end of this season's first Sly Croom show. I was a little intrigued because this weekend all the planets seemed to fall into place for the first time in a long time. The Rebs were victorious in the Nutt debut and to add a cherry to top, Sly and the boys from MooU suffered defeat at the hands of a glorified high school team down in Ruston, La... hilarious!
Personally, I find it difficult to be too hard on ol' sly because he looks so pitiful in defeat... although considering his victory lap and tearful diatribe after last year's Egg Bowl... I'm getting over it! Back to the show this afternoon. I remember rushing home from church when I was kid to catch the Billy Brewer show and having to sit through the Jackie Sherril show as well. I remember this old geezer co-hosting the show then and was surprised to see they same old bastard on the show this afternoon as well. I kept wondering where in the hell they were shooting the show and then it finally struck me... they were shooting this show, complete with an extraordinary pitiful looking Croom in the stadium parking lot. The kicker was that, as backdrop, they parked an tractor tailor, complete with an airbrushed telephone number to call if you are interested in season tickets. After the week the bullies had I would bet that number hasn't been ringing too much latelly!