Hi everyone. Wow, it's late. 3:01 a.m. CST, to be precise. Man, I bet this post will be really bad. Welp, it will be.
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP YOUR HANDS
The Grove - My Grandmother's Paradise in 10 Acres
by Wrong Thimpson
White clouds dot an otherwise blue sky. If you turn this world upside down, you get the feeling all the elements would simply shift, re-align and fall right back into place. This is paradise. This is Oxford, Mississippi.
My grandmother grew up here. Just off Lamar, down Price Street. Just a couple miles away from heaven. A couple miles away from the Grove.
Yes, that Grove. The Grove is infamous. A playground for adults where bourbon pours like water and you're just as likely to see a beautiful mother of three in a designer gown shouting "Hotty Toddy, Gosh Almighty" as you are to find a band of football diehards, who drink only to pass the time until kickoff.
These are the grounds my grandmother grew up in. She was 7 in 1953 and the football team was deep into the John Vaught years. Vaught, a Texas-born tough guy, would eventually become as Oxford as the university itself, dying here in 2006. The Grove wasn't much a thing before 1950, and as is the case with most legends, traditions will follow. That Vaught, whose name is emblazoned on the Stadium, still looms as school's greatest coach, says as much or as little about the program as you can imagine. He's a looming figure: he's the only coach in school history to win an SEC Championship.
This is the shadow my grandmother lives under. For years after Vaught she grew up and out, in stature and in wisdom. She endured Ken Cooper and Steve Sloan. She slept right through 1994 and Joe Lee Dunn, just like the rest of us did. She had faith in Tuberville, and then in Cutcliffe, only to never see the glory again. Ole Miss won 7 titles in her first 17 years on Earth. They have won zero in the next 52.
Still, she descends on the Grove. At 69 years old, she will comes and entertain LSU fans again, as she did in 1960, before it became common to host the game in Jackson. But here, this 10 acres, this is the dream my grandmother always had. The one she will live and the one she will die with. The one she shall watch Ole Miss fail, time and again, both now and forever again. Long live Johnny Vaught, the only man that ever made Ole Miss matter. And long live my grandmother, who's still sharp enough to remember this place being a dream.
Here's a list of things Chad Kelly has done:
-Got into verbal argument with his coaches during Clemson Spring Game
-Dismissed from Clemson for "conduct detrimental to the team."
-Arrested outside a nightclub after threatening to use his Machine Gun on the bouncers
-Signed with Ole Miss
-Named Starting QB at Ole Miss
CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH
JUST KEEP SWIMMING
LES MILES AND THE MOVIES
IF YOU STOP THIS FIGHT I'LL KILL YOU
Yeah, we're tired, we're beat down, we're worn out. We've got a cut over our left eye that's bleeding and impairing our vision. Our face is puffy and bruised. Under the skin and bones our organs are swelling and tight from taking hit after hit after hit. Our punches aren't landing like they did in the first round. Our feet don't move as fast. We can't keep our gloves up as consistently. But you know what? You know what, Ole Miss?
We're still standing. And we sure as shit ain't gonna let you knock us out. Keep punching. Punch and punch and punch. We will take it and take it and take it. And you know what you will soon realize? When you think you have us right at the end, well, then you only have us at our best. Because we only get tougher and badder from here. Taking so many punches kills most men. It only makes us stronger. It's fine that there ain't gonna be no rematch. Because we. don't. want. one.
Ole Miss: 7