In a land wracked by war, twelve men…

…will be joined by an unlikely thirteenth…


I’m not a warrior.

…against an enemy that comes without warning, and leaves without a trace (of passing)…

…and together, they could become something they never imagined they’d be prior to the beginning of the season: underdogs to Georgia Tech in the Peach Bowl thanks to a suspicious defense and a nonexistent to piss-poor pass offense.

Les Miles: They come. Let us recite the Tiger Death Prayer.

LO,THERE DO I SEE MY FATHER,
SHOOTING A 40 LB CATFISH WITH A PISTOL,

LO, THERE DO I SEE MY MOTHER AND MY SISTERS AND MY BROTHERS
ALL OF WHOM COULD COACH THIS DEFENSE BETTER THAN PEVETO

LO,THERE DO I SEE THE LINE OF MY PEOPLE BACK TO THE BEGINNING
(EXCEPT FOR CURLY HALLMAN THAT BASTARD DIE YOU DIE)

LO, THEY DO CALL TO ME. THEY BID ME TAKE MY PLACE AMONG THEM
IN THE HALLS OF TIGER STADIUM, WHERE THE BRAVE MAY LIVE FOREVER,
(UNLESS YOU’RE WEARING THE OTHER TEAM’S GEAR
IN WHICH CASE WE TURN YOU TO BOUDIN.)

The Thirteenth Hatterer: When Bravery Is the Only Option You Have, Because The Opponent Has Three.