Bama Llama

Any random day TCM provides more quality filmed entertainment than theaters or streaming or any other medium. Thank you, you gap-toothed Jane Fonda fucker, you. I'll DVR Key Largo just to hear Lauren Bacall answer the phone in that whiskey and smokes breathy voice, "Hhhhotell Lahgeau." Shoot me now.

Any commercial in which any form or tense of the words "craft" or "crafted" are used. Jesus, enough of this patronizing hipster shit.

Well done, Horns. Very hard to believe this defense played in five losses. Texas players appeared bigger, stronger, faster and badfer assed across the board. Utes reminded me of Bama in Sugar Bowl vs Utes several years back. Whupped, I say! Whupped up and down the got damned field.

The voice activates my Lunatic Dreyfus eye twitch but what she has to say is usually not bad(i) at low volume (ii) in a halfway decent game (iii) not involving Alabama. Agree with earlier poster who disliked Mowins's color analyst in UK/VT game, Rocky Something Loud Yakker. Constant facetime of Bud Foster was sad in that his swansong defense never found a way to stop the Ky's Tom Matte QB offense. The game was interesting and Beth's patter never offended enough to make me switch to natgeo Wild Japan episode of juvenile macaques riding sika deer like little jockeys.

If you don't get a lump in your throat when the pretty blonde (hooker?) at the bar sings out "Aux arms, citoyens!" you ain't human. Rock on Victor; your line is my favorite in any film, ever.

Play it! Play "La Marseillaise!"

Trevor Lawrence's hair will get tangled up with Chase Young's hair and the players will be rushed under the medical tent until ESPN can run eight car insurance and wireless provider commercials. Dabo's and Ryan Day's heads will implode like little black holes. The ghosts of Frank Howard and Woody Hayes will duel with down marker poles at midfield to decide the game. I'm saying give the points and bet the Bucks. Reckon Nick Saban will be on the field set pregame and halftime to toss stink bombs with the ESPN guys? A grand time will be had by all.

Deja vu anal prolapse karma. Major back in Tuscaloosa in time to infect/affect all sorts of shit by the time the Horns home and home series kicks off in a couple of years. May the good Lord have mercy upon us all.

Gary Danielson, the reason for the mute button. And, CBS interrupts live action for more worthless shit than any other network. Good riddance, sucks to have to endure three more years.

I stand corrected about Don Maynard. Not sure if you watched the same game I did but I know what I saw, even if I was only 14 and even if it was on TV. The near side linesman clearly signaled touchdown and did so without hesitation. Another player who was on the field for that play backs it up: https://rolltide.com/news/2004/9/7/Welcome_Back_Bama_s_1964_National_Champs_Return_for_a_Reunion.aspx Tommy Nobis even acknowledged that the call could have gone ether way (see youtube below), but I do not dispute that the score will and should forever stand Texas 21, Alabama 17, world without end, amen. A hard fought and well-deserved win, Longhorns. You might enjoy seeing how Darrell Royal shows the very short distance the ball was stopped from the goal line in this grainy youtube. As much as it still hurts, I had to smile. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylofPt_dpxc

Yes, this was one helluva game and I agree should be in the top 25. I was in the 9th grade and had only seen or listened to Bama lose four times in the previous five seasons. From this game, I learned humility and not to celebrate prematurely.. I watched it at home with my parents, the first televised game I had ever seen IN COLOR, as NBC promoted it with the animated peacock logo. My father was a tough old bird, played end both ways at Alabama in the early 1930s at 6'0" 178#, but he was no sunshine boy. After two or three series, he declared that Bama was being whipped on both lines of scrimmage and "Son, we've got our work cut out for us," his way of saying we'll have to do better than this to have a chance to win Namath, with a seriously gimpy knee, did not start but played more and more as the game went on (today he wouldn't even have dressed out). Ernie Koy running and George Sauer catching and running both had big time 80-yard touchdowns in the first half. Can't recall the name of the Texas qb but he was damn good. I think Don Maynard was on that Horns team, too. The great Tommy Nobis lived in our backfield all night. The halftime score was 21-7 Texas. Bama's D played tougher and so did Namath in the second half, when Bama held Texas scoreless and added 10 points. Late in the 4th, on 4th and goal at the 1, down 21-17, Namath, not the bench, not Bryant, called his own number. In those days the players didn't prairie dog and look around for the call. The qb called it in the huddle and the team executed it. Joe ran a sneak over right guard, the ref on the goal line signaled touchdown and I immediately hollered and leaped up and jumped around yelling "We're number one!" The pre-bowl rank didn't mean shit to me and still doesn't Then here came the back judge from 10 yards away, waving his arms. The refs went into a huddle, the first "fuck me!" ref huddle of my life. The referee signaled first down Texas going the other way, and it broke my young Tuscaloosa heart to pieces. And my buddies and me all learned a valuable lesson. Namath came to the sideline complaining to Bryant that he had driven across the goal line with the football. Bryant told him, "You should have gotten your whole ass over the line and eliminated all doubt!" This one still sticks in my craw but the Horns earned the win and Bama didn't. Tip of the "A" cap to the University of Texas and their nice SI cover later in the week. Alabama did not win the title in 1964, not in my book anyway.

All Sprint ads. Every last fucking one of em. If I wanted to see that much yellow and black for three seconds, much less thirty seconds, I'd go wander around in a school bus parking lot. And the Verizon turncoat pitch man is a dweeb to boot.

Remember the Titans was quality filmmaking but I cite it without the major enthusiasm I have for Slap Shot in hockey or Hoosiers in roundball. Bama's most unlikely 2nd and 26 snatching a title from the jaws of defeat two years ago was more improbable than the screenplay of any movie named above. Vince Young sweeping right to win the 2006 Rose Bowl a very close second. A truly great football flick has yet to be made.

God knows what lies ahead for the Lane Train, but in three seasons at Alabama, he transformed a moribund (shitty) offense into a national contender three times running. He'll need some help on defense and some serious counseling to keep the debutante belles and hoochie selfie addicts up offa him, and him offa them. Give him a year and he'll have Ole Miss back where Hugh Freeze did. Literally. I for one don't care - bring on the scandals as long as they stay in Mississippi.

It is not I whom am insane, it is I who am MAD!

Financially deceptive, borderline fraudulent new vehicle ads, e.g.: 2020 Lexus SUV only $256/month ($37,500.00 due at closing)

Oh to have been a college freshman in the city of Houston in the fall of 1969 and to have then been introduced to Led Zeppelin I, weed and Pacifica radio all in the span of a few weeks, and then with all that, to have added Zep II to the mix, that was very hood indeed. It launched a young man to another level of awareness. This was major karma at work and I am so thankful to have experienced it. Actually had a promotional record store inflatable Led Zeppelin hanging frim my ceiling. God, where is it now? Spent a year one Friday night in some wreck of a shack out behind a friend's house in Center, Texas listening to I and II over and over and over. Part of me is still there. Thank you Jimmy, Bonzo, Robert and John. If I only had one musical hat to tip in my life, it would have to be to the Beatles, for changing music forever and for the better, but these other four guys worked so many fine unforgettable wonders. There's still time to change the road we're on. Ohhh, yes. Turn on the smoke machines and cue up No Quarter and let loose the dogs of doom.

Cleopatra: Kneel. Antony (outraged): What!? Cleopatra: On. Your. Knees! Antony: You dare ask a proconsul of Rome to . . . Cleopatra: I asked it of Julius Caesar. I demand it of you!

Yes. Go to eight, with round one at the top four seeds' home field. Conference championships have outlived their usefulness. Start summer practice and first games a week later. The season is too long anyway.

Clint Eastwood, in every one of the over fifty films in which he has appeared, except that godawful Every Which Way But Loose and the Bronco Billy dreck show. I mean, it's the same squint, raspy voice and take no bullshit guy every time. Not the same role? Okay, never mind. Here's one - Donald Trump getting up 1,000 days in a row acting like a president - . . . naah, he's not acting presidential at all. I apologize to OP.

Play it. Play Les Marseillaise!

Anyone old enough to remember Highlights for Children and "Goofus and Gallant?" This game was loaded with examples. Goofus MSU safety celebrates a sack by strutting and beating his chest. Gallant Ole Miss receiver trots back to the huddle, conserving energy. Same Goofus safety, winded and giddy, blows coverage on the next play. Same Gallant Ole Miss receiver catches a pass on 4th and 24 as Miss gains 48 yards. Gallant players on both sides score 5 touchdowns and politely toss the ball to the ref. After scoring a big TD to keep Ole Miss in the game, Goofus Miss #8 portrays a dog whizzing on MSU fans and draws 15-yd penalty, creating 35-yd PAT for Ole Miss kicker, who misses the kick, as Ole Miss becomes a punch line on Russian TV. Way too much dumb, energy wasting, look-at-me celebrating after almost every fucking play these days. D Linemen hulk-pose and strut around like King Kong after a sack on 2nd or 3rd down, then don't have the juice to apply enough pressure on 3rd and 4th, as the qb keeps the drive alive. And you young kids get off my lawn with your clothes and your hair and your internet highway.

Ole Miss poise coach getting the pink slip. #8 wins dumbass of the year award. Shades of Leon Lett.

I'd rather drink Jameson's and eat saltines and vienna sausage on my couch than eat cafeteria food with the poor zombies in that Luby's line. My favorite Thanksgivings were with my in-laws in their prime - tender, juicy, crusty, spicy, sweet everything on the big table, and my bookie FIL in the recliner drinking Miller and taking bets on Cowboys and Lions games, Texas vs Ags (this was the 70s, 80s and 90s), and jacking up the line on his loyal Alabama bettors for the Auburn game. Ahh, Stimpy, those were the days. Sorry, no misery or drama. The attitude is gratitude in these funky times, brothers. Good luck fixing whatever's messed up on the 40 acres. We have a home & home coming up soon. Hope we don't start tailing off either. Bama vs Texas needs to rock.

Soon headed for South Beach