F*cking Football. . .

. . .paraphrasing a certain Philadelphia-born local idiot I know.

College football has started off with a bang and Linder and I are already at each others throats with threats, hyperbole and rhetoric!

You see, unfortunately for her, she is a die-hard Mississippi State fan. The poor gal really knows no better, but doctors and psychiatrists are beginning to have a firm grasp on the condition. It's called "itchy-scratchy bulldogitis" and typically manifests itself physically with indications of rabid fanaticism, foaming of the mouth, incessant shaking of a cowbell and further noted by the redundant wearing of maroon and white colors. Full onset of classic "itchy-scratchy bulldogitis" is confirmed by repeated outbursts of "We got some dawgs up in here, woof, woof!" and "Go to hell Ole Miss!"

She and I have a bet riding on our favorite teams. It's the classic Ole Miss/Mississippi State rivalry which will culminate in this years Egg Bowl, where I fully expect Ole Miss to whip the, shall we say "dawgshit", out of State in Oxford.

Currently, we are tied at 1-1. Ole Miss should be 2-0, but a pass interference call with less than a minute left gave Ole Miss a 2 point loss against #20 Wake Forest.

State? Well, they beat somebodyoranother down in Louisiana. One of those directional schools. Southwest Northeastern West Technical University or something. It was a tough win for the Bulldogs. They really tried.