We have almost exactly two weeks before you all start to ignore this blog. Long time readers should already have a nagging sense of what's coming...newer readers will soon find out.
I have tried for years to generate some interest among you fine people. Last year, I even offered up a gift package (which included Moon Pies and a pristine copy of John Shelton Reed's "My Tears Spoiled My Aim: And Other Essays on Southern Culture) to the reader who would pick a team and talk the most trash...the team didn't even have to win. It's not that you should care about SEC Football but, during this time of year, I care about little else. It's merely been an effort to keep people involved.
This year? The Hell with IT! You don't want to hear about it?
You'll be missing all this....
but, we already know you don't care...even if Johnny Cash did.
Do you know why he hollers out "Sooie"? No you don't....and you never will.
How about a little Otis Redding
No...none for you.
I am willing to offer a little Rocky Top...for Gronmark (no, right now you don't get a first name or a mister...it's tough love for the next four months)...he did make a comment or two last year.
Cute innit? This is even cuter. That's Courtney Haden as Allistar Cooke explaining the meaning of Rocky Top.
There's a reason, even as Gator fans, we have a cat named Herschel-Walker...
This would be like an Arsenal supporter having a dog named Jimmy-Greaves. Why did we do it? Don't pretend like you care.
Really I just don't want y'all to be around to see me sob like a toddler as the Gators hobble through another season under muschamp.