What, as an outside-no-dog-in-the-hunt fan, would I personally want to see happen in the Mulligan Bowl?
It's Jan. 9th. College Football's Yom RamadanakahEastermas is upon us.
The pre-game ceremonies are in full swing and all falls strangely silent. LSU in seeming slow motion calmly walks out onto the field in single file led out in front by Jefferson, and he is inexplicably covered in mud except for his feet, and he's wearing ...the white shoes. Oh wait, they already wear white shoes. Crap.
Ok then, how about this:
The morning after the SEC championship game and staying up all night watching the tapes of the Alabama/Ga. Southern game, and Army-Navy game repeatedly, Les Miles walks into the conference room where Steve Kragthorpe and Greg Studrawa are sitting discussing game plans. He throws this on the table:
His Co-Offensive coordinators look down at the tattered booklet, then back up at Miles. He says, "I want this in by the Alabama game. Can we do it?". With visions of rocket sweeps, Hilliard draws, and Randle TD receptions from halfback passes dancing in their heads, they reply in unison, "Does the Pope crap in the woods?" The Triple MadHatbone is born.
Meanwhile, two states away, in an office on the Tuscaloosa campus, Saban gets a chill from out of nowhere, and although he lost a finger last time he did so, Kirby Smart asks him what's wrong. Lord Nick shrugs and says, "Not sure. I felt a great disturbance as if millions of trees cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I feel something terrible will happen." He then slaps Smart with the back of his hand and bites off another finger for his impudence. The blood calms him.