You all have the Heisman. We just kind of agree, honestly, on who the best player is. This year, it was a tie between McFadden and Russell. We don’t care a thing about the Heisman because it’s not really about who the best player is. We don’t have a formal meeting in a big city to give out the award. We just kind of all agree. Afterall, it’s about the team anyway.

Michigan has won more games than anyone. But, that is because they have played much longer than a lot of teams. In the last 75 years (most all of the major programs have been around that long) – a southern team (Tennessee) has more wins than any program.

Brent Musburger and Keith Jackson repeating it over and over again, year after year, does not make it true. The Rose Bowl is not, and has never been, “the granddaddy of them all.” The Sugar Bowl is.

The school out west is Southern Cal. USC is the school in Columbia.

ESPN’s “brightest” repeating it often still does not make it true. The best rivalry in college football is not Michigan and Ohio State. It’s either Alabama/Auburn or Ole Miss/Mississippi State or Georgia/Georgia Tech or USC/Clemson.

The greatest plays of all time did not involve Doug Flutie or the Stanford band. LSU had a hand in both – 1. a last second bomb at Kentucky and 2. when one of the greatest RB’s of all time (Billie Cannon) was stopped on four consecutive downs on the one by General Neyland’s Vols.

We’re pretty sure that the best coaches ever were the Bear, the General, Shug and Dodd.

The exteme of football is not 25 degrees in December, it’s 92 degrees in September.

The best day in college football comes every other year. When the Tide rolls into Rocky Top – when the leaves are brilliant and the sky is stark blue. When a big orange ball reflects off the River. The 3rd Saturday of October.

Bo, Herschel, Doug Atkins, Manning x3, the Snake, Broadway, Reggie White, Emmit Smith, LeRoy Jordan, Y.A. Tittle, Billie Cannon – these are the legends.

Passion is known best in places like the Grove or in Columbia – where there’s not always a lot of winning – but there’s always hope. And winning is a tradition all over the place – on the Plains, in the Bayou, at the Capstone, on the Tennessee River, in the Swamp, at the slop trough and between the Hedges.

If ya’ll ain’t a Farmer, Hillbilly, Bammer, Coonass, Dawg, Cowboy, Redneck, Swamprat or true gentleman – then you have no clue what football really means.

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