Bama Llama

Nope. That count was for the three I attended in person and the fourth one was for 1930. the season my father played in. I still respect your rich tapestry of Surly jibes.

No offense taken. I’m perfectly happy to claim these few, including one which (gasp!) predated the AP poll era. 1. 1961 - Undefeated Bama beat Arkansas in the Sugar Bowl 2. 1992 - Undefeated Bama beat Miami in the Sugar Bowl 3. 2010 - Undefeated Bama beat Texas in the Rose Bowl. What if Colt hadn’t been injured? What if Colt had handed off instead of running into the teeth of that defense? What if Squints, instead of being strip sacked, had hit Shipley for 50 yards and Texas kicked a tying field goal? Who the fuck knows? 4. 1930 - Undefeated Bama beat Washington State in the Rose Bowl. That one is special because my father played end (bogh esys) on that team. Running full speed covering a punt in Rose Bowl practice in Tuscaloosa, he was clipped smack on the left knee and couldn’t play in the Rose Bowl. That knee would be scoped today without a second thought and he’d be fine in a few weeks. But not in those days. The University refused to allow him to make the trip (ASSHOLES!). He never gave them a farthing for the rest of his 82 years but he did take me to a hell of a lot of games, including three Sugar Bowls. Four is plenty enough for me. The games in between are pretty fucking good, too. Good Luck, Horns. We’re a couple of years away, I think.

In 1969, Vandy beat Bama 14-10 with Mack’s brother Watson Brown at qb. That was a 6-5 Bryant team. In 1970 we went 6-6 with an extra regular season game. Fair weather spoiled fans (assholes) were avoiding Bryant in restaurants. Bryant met with DKR in the offseason, installed the wishbone and went ten years straight averaging 10 or more wins and won or shared the 1978 and 1979 NCs. Bama was in the picture for a handful of championships between 1970-1980. 1973 NC was awarded to us by UPI but I don’t know anyone who counts that one. We choked the 1973 Sugar Bowl to ND 24-23 in a helluva game in which Tom Clements late in the game threw the pass of a lifetime on 3rd and long out of his own end zone do a big slow bohunk tight end, Robin Weber, who had never been targeted but a couple of times. He was wide open and pulled it in. Game over. Ara had them balls. You never know what’s coming around the corner. I like DeBoer and think he’ll be fine. If we lose Willie and a few truckloads full of t shirt fans, good riddance. Roll Tide and Hook ‘em. Honestly. I think this Bama team is not that bad but also not through losing games. C’est la vie. Try like hell to win each play and don’t get bogged down in the bullshit between games.

Bear’s first coaching job was as an assistant at Vandy. As Bama’s coach, he lost once to Vandy, in 1969 in Nashville, 14-10, part of a shitty 6-5 season. Spraking of 69, that ballsy 4th and 1 killer call and dagger TD reminded me of 1969 - Texas down to Arkansas in Little Rock, title on the line, 4th and 1 late in the game. Hogs stack the line of scrimmage and James Street hides the ball on a fake dive play to the fullback, then throws a perfect strike to a receiver you guys know the name of. Texas wins! Hey coack! Nixon’s on the phone for you in the dressing room. Horns are national champions. All that shit went through my old head when Pavia threw that TD vs my Bama on 4th and 1.

Puck and girt, pluck ang grit, fuck and shit, just put it in the old Crimson Flamethrower and fire away. Anything but that walking dead shit we ran put there against Vanderbilt. Before October 19th, the Tennesee Department of Environmental Management will likely file for a permanent injunction against Alabama playing football in that state, now with a second river in two years polluted with post-Bama celebrations’ dismembered goal posts.

I'm no bitch. I'm taking the loss, as painful as it is. If I had a hat, I'd tip it to Vandy, with a 17th century flourish, their coaches, players, students, band, fans, all. We are 4-1, headed God knows where. AS the old school boys used to preach, "Back to fundamentals!" Eye discipline, poise, intensity, focus, no out of bounds shit, no classless kicking the ball as the better team take a knee shit, no throwing into coverage on the first fucking play of the game shit, no failure to get a single three and out shit. Fuck, guys, try to put together two consecutive plays in which we don't fuck up! Last year I watched with Mr. Burns-rubbing-his-hands-together-murmuring-"Excellent!" glee as Diego Pavia and NM St humiliated Alldumb in Possum Hair Stadium. Karma's the bitch to all gloaters. Then, in the off season doldrums, I saw where Pavia had transferred to Vandy. Hmmm, good for Vandy, said I. Then I checked our schedule and saw this game. All I said was, "Oh, Shit!" I've said it every week since then as I watched our wafer-thin, no tackling defense give up extended drives to the likes of Western Kentucky and USF and damn near blow a 30-3 lead to Georgia. After Georgie, I was thinking somewhere in my lizard brain that, SURELY WE ARE PREPARING FOR PAVIA AND HIS HOUDINI RUNNING GAME. Right? Wrong. Unless something changes drastically team-wide, my guys will do well to have a winning season in conference. I'm not getting on Kalen DeBoer unless this crap carries over to next year. The Tide goes out on a regular basis nut it always comes back in. Hook 'em if they can't take a joke. I strongly recommend the Horns defensive brain trust study that nasty tape from yesterday. Try some run blitzes or something. Don't be a catch and release defense. Vandy plays at Kentucky this week. Watch UK beat the shit out of them. Never give up, Joe. Bama's puck and girt have writ her name in Crimson Flame. Well, get to writing, you NIL prima donnas.

Big patches of empty in aggy level 3

I’m no Longhorns fan but I am a college football fan with seven decades of memories. I do love the irreverent world of Surly and its predecessors. I am a Steve Sarkisian fan from his days at Washington through to the present. The job he did at Alabama was remarkable. I’m really glad he’s having great success now even though it led to last year’s debacle at Bryant-Denny, which in a way though has led to Bama sharing some of the glory with Texas for the time being. The player competence and quality at Texas is getting back to where it was in Mack’s heyday, with more and better to come. I appreciate what the OP wrote. Here’s what another Bama man had to say to freshmen. The year was 1958. His 1961 team were undefeated national champs. Total points allowed for the season - 25.

And another thing, not to go all Edwin Newman here but exactly how and and when did “all the sudden” become a part of valid English lexicon? Does “the” mean the same as “of a”? Fuck, no. Every last sports announcer and pod caster says “all the sudden” without hesitation. Nossir, I don’t like it. It’s pure carelessness and a lack of fundamental reading at kindergarten level. It’s everywhere and it drives me as mad as Ren Hoek with a splattered paint background after Stimpy gave away the $47 million he had just won in the Gritty Kitty poem contest. “All the sudden” my ass.

Brent Venables selfie

Heisman, Schmeisman. The Horns ain’t losing in the regular season and barring further dings, Ewers will be steering the rest of the way other than mopup time for Arch. Unless he lays a huge Ostrich 🥚 in the SECCG, it’s his for the taking. And I’m a Bama fan who thanks God Milroe didn’t go to the 40 Acres. Maybe I’m nuts but that’s how I see it. Texas will lay a fifty burger on Georgia. Put decent pressure on Beck and he gets the yips. Game ovah. Aggy has no prayer. UK will be a better game than aggy.

The crying, moaning and gnashing of teeth will be epic at DKR if the same call goes against the Horns on 10/19. A bad no DPI call never justifies more bad DPI calls. The call I described affected momentum and play calling for the entire rest of the game. Telling you this Gomer Pyle looking Geautreaux crew is pizen. May you never see them.

Late in the game after they came all the way back and went ahead, UGA dbs were straight up assaulting our WRs. One wrapped up our WR from behind, pinning both arms, a full second goes by, the ball arrives WELL within the catch radius of our guy, and . . . Nothing. WORST no call defensive PI I’ve ever seen. If you see this crew (the head ref has a Cajun name, Gaudreaux or Bleauhole or something, looks like Gomer Pyle, eyebrows like caterpillars), prepare thine anus for reffuckery. Fortunately the refs eyes couldn’t follow Ryan Williams he was so smooth.

As the autumn sun sets on the “Loveliest Village on the Plains,” no sound was heard but the mirthless laughter of the damned. Those assholes cannot. Suffer. Enough.

Back in nineteen and sixty-nine when I was a freshman architecture student at the Institute on South Main aka Rice University, each week during football season we decorated the second floor exterior of Anderson Hall with a neatly lettered sign on a roll of 3’ wide butcher paper with jaunty slogans like “Beat the Aggies,” “Beat the Frogs,” “Beat the Longhorns (Ha!)” and so on. That year when the open date arrived, the sign on Monday morning shouted to the Rice community: ”BEAT OFF WEEK!” It stayed up until about 9:30 a.m. before the Campos ripped it down. The Owls were victorious against Off Week, mirabile dictu.

Agree 100% IDGAF about any got-damn rank numbers until the last one after the NC game. Roll Horns and Hook ‘em Tide.

Bama/UGA seems to always produce these Sweat Lodge type games, where you see what’s happening on the field but know the ending will somehow be twisted into a nightmare that turns into football victorygasm. But to get there you have to endure the spectre of blown leads, self inflicted, momentum-killing dumbassery, terrible no-calls and knowing you have tiptoed past the killer Rottweiler. Then you hear his chain rattle. I said after Tua and Devanta saved our ass I would never again bitch about anything that happens in an Alabama game. I’m not about to start now. Carson Beck has a “Tom Petty’s cousin who abuses small animals but has some great hash” vibe about him. Oct 19th in Austin will be a doozy. Hook ‘em and don’t take your foot off the accelerator of your pimped out electric Bentley, if one exists.

Ky qb has no clock in his head. Repeatedly

Ole Miss will penalize and undiscipline themselves into this being an overtime game. At least four hands to face / headgear calls vs OM have bern missed.

Shady Llama!? My attorneys will be in touch with the proprietors of this organization on Monday for various actionable trademark, service mark and copyright violations, all of which can be forgiven for, let’s say, about tree hunnit fiddy, and liftime dining for two.

Please God, let me live long enough to see Auburn find a new and turrible way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory today. May the eagle 🦅 fly over the stadium wall, screeching “Fuuuuck thiiiiis shiiiit!” Woe Eeergah. Sorry if that helps OUSux but hey, it’s Auburn, which must always lose and look bad doing it. Fuck those front running assholes. This needs to happen before the Bama-UGA kick, as I have the nervous about Milroe having the Yips tonight.

Those bozos will probably get pulled over for speeding by an Alabama fan state trooper and allowed to stew in the drunk tank in Bug Tussel for two overnights because no bond hearing until Monday.

UGA breaks out new unis for the Bama game

Mama and Bsby Llama left me at home for a couple of weeks and I watched the whole schmeer beginning to end. Just rewatched the last episode last night. Jesus it’s so much better without the interruptions. The Soprano family refrigerator “mark” set the tone for each scene. Either Tony says too much or Meadow rolls her eyes and pisses off Carm or Anthony goes off about some dumb shit as he plays in his cereal. Have to say my favorite moment of the whole series is Tony schumping down the stairs in his robe and slippers, singing 🎶 When I i i was a child, I had a fleeting glimpse, two ships on the horizon. . . . “. That or Paulie amazed telling Chris the “Ukranian guy (who eluded them) had killed 17 Czechoslovakians!” (Chechens) i kept hoping the ducks would come back. Gandolfini was mighty fuckin good. RIP, Tony PS/ Janice bugged the shit out of me. Dingbat needy frontrunner space cadet. Have you heard? Narcoleptic boyfriend.