Corn Dogs gonna Corn Dog. Although the flip side with Ole Miss wouldn’t surprise me, I’m sure the athletic association is letting frat boys run wild in Vaught-Hemingway. If I were at Ole Miss frat boys, I would be chasing some Ole Miss sorority girls instead.
Another meteor game on the horizon this Saturday.
I can’t stand Freshwater but I hope he hangs a sixty burger on Pete Golding. You have to really be a piece of work to make me root for Joey Freshwater’s but that grease ball Golding has managed it.
I can’t stand either one of them, and the way both fan bases have played the victim in the last 10 months makes me want to puke.
Ready for the meltdown.
Golf balls? A little much for me. Didn’t Junior get targeted by mustard a few years back?
There were golf balls involved in Knoxville as well.
Throwing a golf ball is hard. The thing doesn’t go far and it’s not moving at high speed.
PLEDGE, THROW THE GOLF BALL!
Kiffen is perfectly safe if he paints a fairway on his hat.