In our ongoing tradition of "eating their mojo" (as Ethel so delicately puts it) we prepared for this last Saturday's game with the South Carolina Gamecocks by roasting six Cornish Game Hens:


                

While it's true that we weren't eating roosters, there were three reasons why we thought that eating Game Hens was a reasonable substitute for eating Gamecocks:

1)  They don't sell Cornish Gamecocks.
2) If they did sell Cornish Gamecocks, they'd change the name tp something else, and
3) We weren't eating the roosters, true, but - with the in-your-faceness of a Facebook political post - we were eating their women!

South Carolina (Orson from EDSBS is the first person that I've seen spell the name of the state phonetically, as Sakerlina) was ranked at #21 before the game - they lost to us, but they were still ranked after the game. This to me makes much sense, since one might assume that the #21 team should lose to the #2 team, and they put up a good fight - in fact, their pass rush kept Richie Cunningham Greg McElroy so busy trotting in circles that he plumb forgot to throw the ball.

It was a much better game than I wanted it to be; as I mentioned, we didn't pass much,except to Mark Ingram who simply caught the passes and ran with them,much as he took the handoffs and ran with them, just like he took theGatorade bottles and the coaches' headsets and the opposing team'scheerleaders and ran with them.

He got 250-ish yards during the game - by now he's probably somewhere in Louisianna, and somebody's putting up a sign somewhere in east Texas that says "STOP FORREST STOP!"

However, that game is now past, and with proper CNS¹ discipline and adherence to The Process, we only celebrated for 15 minutes, before we picked the Cornish out of our teeth and started focusing on next week's opponent, the Tennessee Volunteers.

Ethel realized last year that there's not much you can do to eat the mojo of a "Volunteer" - the closest that we could come would be to make little Candy Striper cookies, and that's really missing the point. However, their mascot is Smokey the blue-tick coonhound, so Ethel bought a couple of bags of Lit'l Smokies and bar-b-queued 'em. (It was eat little sausages, or eat DOG, or - worse? - blue ticks).

That worked (we won) so we'll do that again this year.

Then we have a bye week, after which it's LSU coming to town, so it'll be etufe' and jumbo night at the Chocolate House!


¹CNS is acronymic for Coach Nick Saban. I don't know why we don't just say Coach Nick Saban, but we don't.