You thought I was dead and gone didn’t ya? A few bumps on the road ain’t gonna stop this train from traveling on, folks. As always, BIG. GAME. PREVIEW. seeks to give you the hardest hitting, most insightful, most thorough football analysis on both sides of the Mississippi. Sure, we took a few weeks off, but that’s just to regain our composure for the fools in Tuscaloosa. I will not suffer them.
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Lester Cotton Candy
Nigel Pretzel Knott
Tony Hash Brown(s)
Reuben Sandwich Foster
You and Meeeee, We Come From Different Worlds
Jalen Hurts Got a New Jersey
This Week is Brought to you by the Letter O
O as in OFFENSE. LSU BROKE 3 OFFENSIVE RECORDS IN THE NEW COACH ERA.
O as in OBLITERATE. LSU ABOUT TO BREAK SOULS AND SPIRITS OF A BUNCH OF YOUNG MEN WHO THINK THEY ARE INDOMITABLE.
O as in OBFUSCATE. WE ASKED NEW COACH WHAT THIS WORD MEANT AND HE SAID, “GARGLE MUMBLE HRUMPF SMASH.”
O as in ZER-O. THE NUMBER OF LOSSES THE NEW COACH HAS AT LSU.
O as in ORGERON. WHETHER THE R IS SILENT REALLY DEPENDS ON WHERE YOU LIVE. ALSO, THE NEW COACH.
SLIDESHOW OF THE CENTURY OF THE DECADE OF THE YEAR OF THE MONTH OF THE WEEK
Has anyone yet figured out exactly why they were waiting so long for Godot? Now, Godot could be a helluva guy, but I got shit to do and frankly, it’s rude he stood Vladimir and Estragon up in the first place. Which really makes me doubt whether or not, Godot, in fact, is a good guy. I mean, who does that to his friends? It’s really unnecessary and downright rude.
Joe Alleva’s List
A Gehrig Worth Hating
“And I looked and behold, a Pale Horse...”
“...And his name that sat on him was Death. And HELL followed with him.”
On Saturday, two teams will take the field. One team will come to play with all of its goals laid out in front them. They are looking to build the legacy of their master. They are the death sayers of college football and their uninterrupted greatness has gone largely without misstep. They are the living embodiment of all that we despise in life and in death. They are clad in red and shrouded in arrogance.
The other team will show up beaten, scarred and wildly imperfect. They too have their goals laid out in front of them. But they are not playing for the whims of their master. No, they are playing for vengeance. They are playing for pride. They are playing for the three letters on the side of the helmet. It’s time Alabama is punished for their sins and the new sheriff in town is here to levy his own vigilante justice.
Beware, Alabama. You’re bringing a gun to the Apocalypse.