Who’s your daddy?
Well, they finally pulled it off, after all this time. Kinda hard to believe, really, when and why it went down. Oh well, at least we won’t have to worry anymore about such senseless queries as – What about us? or wonder who would win? At times it seemed impossible. But this game had been talked about to death, so it had to be played at least once.
State beat writers from border to border declared it would be a grand slam and a win-win for all. Me, I was surprised it took so long to sell out, at least it did, though. But there are no dubs anywhere in or around a 42-point beating, moral or otherwise. If the series continues (which it should not), powers that be oughta consider calling it the J Frank Broyles Rockpile Classic. Arkansas vs. Arkansas St. – the game woulda never happened without him.
But I knew this one would play out just the way it did and am grateful that everyone escaped with their health. The Hogs are much too big and fast for the Red Wolves – always have been and always will be. To all their faithful fans who confidently filed down from Jonesboro and thought otherwise, remember, it’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock&roll. And to Butch Jones – please chill, cuz, if not, you may stroke out while coaching AState.
Now, finally and without further ado, the real-deal, Arkansas Razorback football schedule is upon us and begins this Saturday around 6 p.m. – no more warm up games against rent-a-win teams at home. No, nothing left but 10 games of hardcore, gridiron action against some of the most-talented teams and at the finest of facilities in the land (sans the Liberty Bowl, of course).
Up first – a trip to Oxford, aka, the Velvet Ridge, and a date with Lane Kiffin and his Ole Miss Rebels/Back Bears/Land Sharks. All Aboard!
WooPig!!