Embrace your inner Goth - part 1

Nothing in life is so much like wrist cutting 80s music as college football.














Just turn the lights out to hide your tears in the dark.

The best football team in the South

As you probably know by now, Ole Miss is considering changing their mascot from some old fart to something new. There is a movement to change it to Admiral Ackbar.



Fuck yes! I will be a huge Ole Miss fan if this happens. Previously I did not know the school even existed. Now, I imagine we'll see the admiral on the jumbotron every time they run a draw trap play.

Mr. Booze takes a break

I haven't had a drink since Saturday. I don't plan on taking another one until Saturday, September 5th. That day, my friends, is kickoff. The long drought is almost over, and the rainy season of college football will be once again upon us. I figured it would be good to detox for a few weeks, in anticipation of another season of disappointments and heavy drinking.

Long have I gazed into the spheres, trying to divine the shape of the season. Will Cal finally have its long awaited break out season and Rose Bowl run? Will USC finally show a chink in the armor? Will Florida run the tables and show the world why Urban Meyer is the best of the best? Will Notre Dame finally return to glory? Can Bob Stoops break the "Chokelahoma" mantra?

These answer I cannot give. Clouded, the future is. It was clouded last season, and I could not foretell the answers. This year, even murkier the waters have become.

I still haven't decided what I'll drink for game day kickoff. I am thinking I'll give Canadian whisky another go, and this time maybe go crazy and spend more than ten dollars. Ian Fleming drank Tangle Ridge. Shall I give that a go?