Random ramblings from a Southern father; a graduate of Ole Miss and LSU; a resident of Texas; one who looks at the world in a bygone way. Football and Jack Daniels, little girls in crisp crinoline underskirts, sitting in a rocking chair with your little girl asleep on your lap. The ways are not forgotten, just misunderstood by others. That Southern Daddy smell - that sickly sweet blended aroma of sour mash and bay rum.
23 October, 2011
And it's on
Since returning from a 3 1/2 year stint in Iraq, I have thoroughly enjoyed this LSU season, as it has been a pleasure since returning, among many trials and tribulations once back home. Back in September, after the West Virginia game, I circled November 5th. Now, that date is 2 weeks away, and many like me across the country are going to be scouring news, any news, for the next two weeks for affirmation that their team is going to win. Yes, we will be glued to the next two weeks of Les Miles' press conferences, to get any clue if any of the 3 will be back, or even if more of the players will be disciplined for some boneheaded screw up. We will look for any chips in the stone of He Who I Will Not Name's countenance, and analyze any body language, etc. to see if there is doubt or fear. The Chief will perhaps run 3 offenses at his defense, and Bama defensive backs may want to have standing appointments with counselors after practice to maintain their fragile psyches. The next 2 weeks, there will be no homework assignments in classes that have any importance. The Honey Badger will give a S&*^.
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