FEAR & LOATHING on Bulldawg Day

"We're baaaaaaak - We're baaaaaaak, Baaaaaad wolves, Baaaad wolves"

Pulling out of a Jagermeister and hillbilly heroin induced stupor near noon to a cacophony of bleating sheep all over the frozen steppes of OuterMONVolia. "Baaaaaad wolves, baaaaad wolves"

We knew it was coming. Another day in the life as predictable a Tagament for that nausea inducing stomach acid from too much tailgate tortured meat and concession food. Once again it's Richt's turn to take it on the chin as the rotund regent of rebirth gains another life to torture the MONVol faithful.

Holy freakin sheepschite how can Doctor Dominate and Mr Laydown N. Hyde occupy the same giant orange shirt? Vampire killers were like a flock of giant blind bats circling the stadium armed with silver stakes to drive into the great pumpkin's faltering heart and this juggernaut of gridiron greatness shows up in a first half for the ages making that huge orange girth go all golden in the late afternoon sun banishing the coffin-nailers in a hail of points and doomsday defense.

The word was out all week - Shooter Bobby Lee Swagger was in the Ayers Hall tower with that high powered sniper rifle ready to deliver the appropriate coup-de-grace in the patron state of shootin stuff. Those giant pigs were being trained in that barn over at Biltmore ready to complete their aborted Hannibal feast. Lose this one and Fulmer's Vol Walk would become a gauntlet of psycho-killers and rabid werewolves unrestrained and ravenous. But that butt ugly UGA and the too pretty Helen Hunt like Richt once again offered up the opportunity for "baaaad wolves we're baaaaaak" under the bright orange Sheepcon5 Sheep Euphoric banner. Looking at the bright side Vols win and MonVols get another year of life; looking at the rough side CPF's mediocrity survives and the MonVols get another year of life. *That's life without parole evidently.

LSU's "Les fear" & "giant nutsack you can see for Miles" did their part as J Hester chewed up the greatest half dozen fourth down yards in Bayou Bengal history to grind the gators into 4th place in the SEC East. This being the same Florida team that brought CPF to the brink of oblivion just thee weeks back. Control of our own destiny is a fearful prospect given a proclivity to self-destruct when left to our own means and ends. A date with the fighting penis on the fourth Saturday in October offers the penultimate opportunity for a typical meltdown of mediocrity in front of the 100,000 Vol faithful. IF and that's a giant IF the Vols can avoid a Crooming in Starkville or the horrible hell of a loss to Satan.

When a 40 point underdog mess of Mensa members can dump "the greatest assemblage of all time talent ever' on the turf of the LA Coliseum you know theres some wacky weird whoo dooo Hollywood shit stewing.

Two consecutive Saturdays of Fighting Zooksters bashing top 10 teams? It's all too grotesque and off kilter causing flashbacks to the days of too much bad acid and the depths of depravity induced by an ether binge.

It's college football the perfect set up for Fear & Loathing

Man up MonVols - we're in for rough week as predicted.

"Baaaaaad Wolves We're Baaaaaaak"

FEAR & LOATHING three – the Anti-Leon

Vindication is sweet as elemental custard dripping from a dead sheep's eye. We pissed em off!!!! The Sunday and Monday reviews of the Bulldawg ass kicking make it perfectly golldarn clear that the only reason that lethargy lifted and hot smoking passion emerged was anger and hurt at 'the doubters'.
All the proof we needed was the hulking head coach doing his best impression of Okie Mike Gundy babbling some gibberish about 'cheap shot' Pennington and the freakin media, and team members in the jubilant locker room giving the canned 'we had to prove the doubters wrong' speech.

Well fellow doubters we have much to be proud of this week. It wasn't Leon's liver-eating positive thinking or spiritual support from the assembled sheep that lit the fire that burned a path through Atlanta to Athens. Hell no.
It's the snarling of wolves at the door that boils the blood and steels the resolve of the cornered.

It will be more difficult to sustain in the wake of such and obvious beat down of old number 12. We cannot let up for a minute if we hope to avoid a Crooming or being burned by Satan. These are the most treacherous of times.

So what do we do MonVols
It's clear that our collective energy as the Anti-Leons led by birmy and the "please god let UGA win so this long dread nightmare can be over" crowd actually had the opposite effect of what seemed to be intended or was it?
If the fulmeristas and the sheep euphoric had remained the only voice the team and staff would have remained blissfully unconscious and just as inept.

Here we have an ultimate Catch 22 we can continue to mercilessly circle and snarl galvanizing the team into fierce action on the field or
we can become the anti-Leons - allowing them to think we were only sheep in wolves