And now some more grist for the mill.
I just want to know: Was that sign put up before or after the Gator loss to Ole Miss?
Seriously, though, Jesus admonished us to not pray on the street corners. Does a Church of Christ marquee sign count? Yeah, Tim, get us a win every week and don’t let Jesus (and us) down while you’re at it. Nah, that’s not pressure.
Speaking of Churches of Christ, Nashville has one on just about every street corner. But since when did the football faithful gather at Vanderbilt’s Dudley Field for EPSN Gameday? Is this some kind of sign of the end times in Revelation that I somehow missed? Well, suffice it to day, good luck to both the ‘Dores and Auburn.
If football is some sort of quasi-religion in the South (and all the available evidence strongly suggests that it is), then the kind that Bama’s been preaching so far this year could only be described as that Old Timey Smashmouth Football. The Tide’s big behemoths have controlled the O-line, allowing running backs like Glenn Coffee and Mark Ingram to gallop north-south at will, carrying the Good News of Bama’s resurgence to the downtrodden and the put-upon like a country preacher on horseback.
Is it 1961 again? No, it’s the dawning of the Age of Saban.
But what about offensive guru’s Jim McElwain’s conference-leading attack? Surely that must be one of those fancy-schmanzy “high church” sort of things, right?
Think again. Just listen to St. Nick talk about how he and McElwain have handled QB John Parker Wilson:
“The other thing that I liked (about McElwain’s philosophy), you have several different ways you can throw the ball. I thought, with our particular quarterback, there had to be some just reaction throws. It had to be more Dick and Jane rather than War and Peace. Simple. I felt like, even though our guy is bright and can handle all that, it just was making his position harder to play than it needed to be sometimes. We needed to simplify so that he could make better decisions.”
See Bama run. See Bama pass. See Bama Roll. Roll Tide, Roll!
Still, a post-Dawg letdown against the Wildcat concerns me. I think I’ll say a little prayer for John Parker Wilson–just in case.