Ok all. Every year, the night before the game of the year for those of us living in the Red Hills of Tally, I go on my rant. This year is no different....

I hate em. I hate everything about them. I hate the way their inferiority complex rears its predictable head every now and again (so, what is it this year? 1857? 1851? 1796? Are they older than Harvard yet?). I hate how they wax poetic about "tradition" that is 20 years old at best. I hate their freeking song, their band, their cheerleaders, their cheers. I hate how they hold themselves out as a "research institution" (of what, dance?). I hate how they talk smack to my kids ("It's sad your parents dress you that way."). I hate Janikowski. I hate Weldon, Willis, Butler, Smith, Ward, Vanover, Wilson, Boulware, etc. etc. etc.

I hate how they still bitch about Lane Fenner. I hate their new uniforms, I hate their old uniforms. I hate Ann, Terry, Bobby, the whole clan. I hate how Blobby gets to count his wins at Samford. I hate that he has a field named after him. I hate the tarnished title. I hate the wire to wire title. I hate 26 year old QBs who can't make it at baseball. I hate the Lady Noles. I hate their McDonalds colors. I hate Jimbo. I hate Mickey. I hate Trickett. I hate them all. I hate Matt Frier crying about wanting another chance. I hate the fact that they got one. I hate them for ducking the SEC. I hate them for their taxpayer funded stadium. I hate their cheap boosters. I hate the fountain. I hate the gates at the front.

I hate everything about them. It's time to put them in their place again. Send em packing. Hit em. Hit em again. Hit em till the echo of the whistle. Give them the 6-6, .500 schedule they deserve.

Go Gators. Beat them like a war drum.