Bama Llama

Fair enough. Never much been a fan of same color jerseys and pants other than all whites with some stripes on pants, with traditional headgear. Texas, Bama, Pedo State and Alldumb whites are classics to me, except Alldumb are disgusting, just because.

Back in the sixties, before the SEC decided visitors must wear white jerseys (except at LSU), Bama and Tennessee always played in solid colors in Birmingham. Blood red, pumpkin orange, green stadium steel, and vivid green grass. Nice contrast.

Maturation, fiscal awareness and the pursuit of knowledge >> masturbation, physical gratification and the pursuit of whores. We can always hope.

Brings to mind the immortal words of Howard Schnellenberger at his first press conference after being hired as head football coach of the Louisville (Loowavul) Cardinals: “The Louisville Cardinals are on a collision course with the national championship. The only variable is time.” Good old Howard. I believe his next stop was Blow U.

You guys fret too much. Just keep winning. When there’s no one left to play and Fowler and Herbstreit have finished yelling, take your trophy and put it in the case. Well done. It’s time to euthanize the conference championship games and their promoters. We didn’t miss them before 1992 and the segue from regular season to CFP post season games would make better sense. As a Bama fan, unless we can somehow win the SECCG and get a bye, all I want to see is my team in one of the 5-8 slots hosting a first round game. ND vs Bama in Tuscaloosa would be pretty cool, considering we were dead meat three weeks ago.

A little Tiger perspective. Not sure when it was discontinued but I am certain that during most if not all of the Bryant years a caged tiger was parked at the field end of the visiting team’s tunnel so the players would literally have to pass the fucker to get onto the field as the LSU wacko hordes chanted “TIGER bait, TIGER bait, TIGER bait” ad nauseum. Old Mike most definitely knew how to growl. Animal cruelty and dangerous as shit, to boot. Like ghose asdholes at Auburn forcing our national bird symbol to perform stunts at Possum Hair Stadium, a known hive of scum and villaint. An outrage! Between 1969 and 2000, LSU won exactly zero times over Alabama in Baton Rouge. They do sell hot spicy boudin there. And the Golden Girls are somewhat attractive if you’re into sexual gymnastics and daydreaming. I hope someone has hypnotized Milroe not to get the yips. Could be a long night otherwise.

I refuse to spend the next four years watching news segments about the nature and extent of Trump’s daily verbal excrements, At least we can watch some good old movies on TCM, at least until that’s dissolved into nothingness by Zer Trumpgeist SS Shtuppenmeisters.

No sane adult can believe ANY other sane adult would vote for the Enemy of Enlightenment but they keep doing it. There’s the rub, Billy Shakespeare. Never give up, Joe. Why does Rice play Texas? Where’s my hash?

Indeed there was something in the air yesterday. In the fall of 1969 when I was a lowly freshman at the Institute on South Main, we had a football coach named Bo Hagan. You may view above the few tattered remains of a wallpapering job for the ages. One fine inky dark night in 1969, intrepid Rice fans and students most precisely and completely covered the schedule bill board on South Main with hundreds (thousands?) of bumper stickers bearing the legend “FIRE BO HAGAN.” Hagan was an alumnus and former football player at the University of South Carolina. He was OC under Jess Neely until Neely’s retirement in 1967. The Owls lost about three games for every one victory and the fan base, such as it was, had had enough. The administration called out the ganomies, who removed all but a few of the more stubborn stickers. If you embiggen the image a few stickers remain visible. Tis only just that South Carolina and Rice were victorious again. I searched in vaun for a good image of the fully stickered billboard, which I saw with my own two eyes. That fall we did manage to crush the warmongering VMI Keydets, 55-0, in one of Rice’s all time most lopsided wins. We also won at A&M. So, we had that going for us. There was a greatvlot of Led Zep II, Abbey Road and Quicksilver Messenger Service drifting across the yards at Rice that fall, along KLOL radio, weed smoke, hash smoke and way too much Judy Blue Eyes (hated that one).

Nothing was heard in the “Loveliest Village on the Plains” but the Mirthless Laughter of the Damned” and the mumblings of “Senator” Tommy Trump Ass Kiss (Wingnut) Tuberville.

That was the same crew that called our game vs Georgia- godawful officious intermeddlers. Main ref looked and talked and reasoned like Gomer Pyle before the Marines.

Survive and advance. If the players don’t tighten up, unfortunate things will follow. I only wish my Bama prima donnas had tightened up enough after failing to blow the UGA game to play well enough to beat Vandy. Lea, Kill, et al. are good coaches and Vandy plays like a well-coached team.

If Vandy runs a single successful shovel pass, assuming Sark & Co. saw the Alabama game tape, I shall be severely disappointed in all of you.

Here’s an excerpt. “Standing on the sideline with a red thermos cup that his manager constantly keeps filling with coffee, Pont has agonized while his Hoosiers have survived in the following manner: They began by edging Kentucky 12-10 when sophomore Quarterback Harry Gonso threw a fourth-down, 23-yard pass to End Al Gage that was deflected—yes—into his hands for a touchdown. Next they beat Kansas 18-15 on a 24-yard field goal by Dave Kornowa, who is not the regular place-kicker but who was asked to attempt it because Indiana's real kicker, Don Warner, had, at the time, an arthritic toe. The Hoosiers then topped Illinois 20-7 after Linebacker Brown Marks caused a first-down Illinois fumble on Indiana's 12-yard line late in the fourth quarter when Pont's team was clinging to a 13-7 lead. They had Iowa beaten the next Saturday until sophomore Halfback John Isenbarger decided it would be fun to try to run from punt formation on fourth down and failed, setting up the Hawkeyes for a go-ahead touchdown. Undaunted, Indiana came back to drive 60 yards for a score with 53 seconds left and win 21-17. Isenbarger, incredibly, did the same thing against Michigan the next week, and thereby made himself one of the Big Ten's most celebrated backs of the year. Instead of punting late in the game, he ran—from his own 13-yard line—and failed. Michigan tied the score, and Pont's team had to drive 85 yards to win 27-20 in the last two minutes. That was the third time during the season Isenbarger had decided on his own to run instead of punt and the second time he had failed.”

Google “Punt, John, Punt!” a fine 1967 SI article about John Pont, who led the Hoosiers to the Big Ten Championship. He was named National Coach of the Year.