And I don't mean you CW, this ain't your fight.

You get on the airwaves day after day, and talk of tradition. What tradition? Don't give me the crap about winning X number of championships in the 1960's either. I wasn't even born in the 60's, SO WHAT THE HELL?

Fulmer takes a DUMP on your tradition. When are you going to build a PHILLIP E. FULMER museum down there in TuscaLoser? He sure as hell owns the place, doesn't he?

Well boys, in honor of THE ASS KICKING that we gave you for the 7th straight year, I penned this little rhyme. So sit back, drink your PBR, eat a pork rind for me, and listen up:

<To the tune of "Yea! Alabama">

Yea Alabama! We own the Tide,
Every UT man's in front of you,
Hell yea we've hit our stride...HEY!
Go teach Dubose to behave
Cause the NCAA is gonna send you to a watery grave,
And if a player can't be bought,
That's a shame,
'Cause Bama's cash and stripper favors have
Writ her name in Crimson Flame,
Lose on, Lose on, Lose on, men!
Maybe the Independence Bowl you'll win then.
Go, roll to probation, hell yea you've hit your stride!
You're the NCAA's football bitch,
You are the CRUMBLING Tide!
ROLLLLLL TIDE!






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UT 82
OP 76

Well, Ole Piss basketball is stinky and rotten; Championships and rings are long forgotten; We kicked that ass, kicked that ass, kicked that ass, in BuzzyLand; Well, I'm glad I'm not in Oxfraud; Hooray! Hooray! Cause Rebels fans are Redneck flagwavers, who live and die without rings; Hooray! Hooray! I'm glad I'm uuuuuuuuuuup in Knoxville!

Was he back on there again today? I missed it. When he played the tape of The Million Dollar Band the other day, that made me want to puke. I wished Dewey would could that crap off.