It was the ol’ peapicker hisself Tennessee Ernie Ford who sang “You load sixteen tons and whatta you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St. Peter dontcha call me ‘cause I can’t go…”  Ol’ Ern was no kin to Danny (Ford) that we know of.

The Fighting Fedorians and WuffDave’s Brickyard Warriors are, indeed, another game older than they were last week but not one day closer to Christmas In Shreveport. Every young blue-chip recruit’s dream of spending the Yuletide in a Bossier City casino wearing a cheap watch and a micro fleece warm-up suit is no closer to reality.   Woe is us!

There may be mucho joy in Mississippi on this Sunday morning, but for Triangle football fans it’s still Mudville.

The Death Valley end zone (and his first ACC W) proved ever-elusive to WuffDave’s fuzzy-cheeked warriors, but quite accessible for the second week in a row for the rock-rubbin’ Fighting Dabos.

One could almost hear the bottom-feeding goobers from The Embattled Flagship chiding their UNC System bottom-feeding brethren on The Brickyard that “we scored 35 points against them and only lost 50-35, and you got shut out 41-0… ergo we are simply better human beings than you are.”

That being an adaptation of that infamous board monkey boast that General Hugh Shelton is a bigger deal than Rick Dees, therefore State is better than UNC. I often reuse that lunacy, but until I hear a better summation of mankind’s base-level idiocy, I shall continue to use it.

Meanwhile at The Esso Club and Dan’s Sandwich Shop, the Danny Ford Marching & Chowder Society burps and yells “Hey waitress, bring us some REAL opponents!” OUCH!

Amid Kenan’s lofty pines (where Progress is now defined as “Yippee, we held ’em under 50”) Frank Beamer brought in his still good but not really all that good anymore Hokies and left with career Win #200+. Frank also left AGAIN without signing a contract with “Call me Dickie.” OUCH!

The local loonies throw feces at one another, arguing whose “in permanent rebuilding mode” football program is indeed “youngest” and therefore shows the greatest sliver of hope for someday being a solid middle-tier ACC program… when they can shout triumphantly “Look Out Music City / Muffler Bowls, Here We Come Again!”

Did a WuffLoonie actually post that “State has the only team in College Football without a single player on its roster old enuff to buy beer, vote or rent-a-car!”?  With UNC off probation (for the time being) and NCSU getting older by the day… wonder what the next round of excuses (oops, “reasons”) will be. Trust me. There is ALWAYS a next round of’em.

Let us bid adieu to such Aspirations of Football Mediocrity. Let us go where Failure is defined as “We can’t go undefeated now so who gives a sh*t anymore!” otherwise known as Alabama, Oklahoma and Oregon.

The first Bring Back Dennis Franchione sign appeared outside a Tuscaloosa Waffle House at 6:37 PM Saturday night. Tuff Bidness…

Seeing the despair etched on the faces of Tide, Sooner and Duck faithful, one might make a case that falling from atop a very high ladder hurts more worse than continually stubbing one’s toe over a threshold.

Yea, verily… ‘Tis it better to dream lofty dreams and awaken to a grim reality or to accept a less lofty reality… and not place one’s self-worth in the hands of semi-literate youngsters who go ga-ga over black helmets.

The state which has become a worn-out punchline for being #50 out of 50 for its quality of education – Missi-freakin’-ssippi is, today, the Toast of College Football.

Holy Mary Willingham, Batman!! Blow your whistle and ring ‘dem cowbells.

I’m not sure if it was a Nostradamus quatrain or somewhere in Revelation after “rivers of blood and raining frogs,” but don’t be buying any green bananas – the final nail jest got driven into the coffin of the mythical “student athlete.”

From the ivy-covered halls of oh-so-pretentious academia to the kudzu-covered double-wides of Starkville… College Football’s handbasket’s descent to Complete Academic Irrelevance is now complete.

Kindly Ol’ Bill Friday is a-spinnin’ in his grave fer sure… sigh, sob, sniff.

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