Never fail to be disappointed that the trophy bowl isn’t full of Cheez-its.

I mean, it’s pretty good for you and David I think.

Even better. Open up, we’ve got two loads of fireworks and fifteen pounds of beaver nuggets to haul up from the car and we’re getting kind of tired of knocking.

That’s sort of a weird way of saying “Dog whistling. The grand plan is dog whistling.”

Pretty sure Saban returning to Baton Rouge is actually foretold in the Bible. “There will be Ms. Terry house shopping and rumors of Ms. Terry house shopping.”

Tallahassee Mall be like:

I know in my heart the answer is Rex Ryan. I don’t want to know what the reaction was.

I am pained to admit it but, it’s actually not terrible in a very Midwestern way?

Had always assumed your fishing endeavors were limited to the off square grouper so kudos to you and human grouper Matt Rhule, who has also slipped the hook.

Indeed. Watching the Georgia/Florida game annually remains the worst thing I do for my physical and mental wellbeing. I feel physically ill from kickoff to final whistle no matter the outcome. Probably always will.

JaMarcus Russell is the stepdad who can never say no to ice cream.

This just means it’s time for Arkansas to emerge from their crazy chaos slumber once again.