Ruined another beautiful Saturday afternoon sitting in Vaught-Hemingway stadium this weekend. After the huge let-down against Alabama last Saturday, my Rebels came out flatter than a dried out cow chip. It was 21 to nuthin' early, and Arkansas only needed a dozen plays total to score those three times. We turned the ball over to McFadden and company four times after long drives and only scored late after Houston Nutt decided he had run the score up enough to save his job for another week and put his waterboy in to play defense.
At half-time, a fund-raising program fireworks display knocked out a transformer, and we watched the third quarter in silence. The Ole Miss unfaithful started filing out of the stands halfway through the third, and I wasn't very far behind 'em. Final score: Arkansas 44, Ole Miss 8.
Who says "you can't go home again?" This football team is right where I left them when I left Oxford 30 years ago--dwellin' in the cellar of the SEC. Just like old times.