In the spirit of IS THAT ALL YEW GOT??, I'm hoping for the game Saturday to go a little like the boxing scene in Cool Hand Luke (at a minimum, that is--I'm still holding out hope for an upset). Really there are some parallels between Paul Newman's character and the Vols' coach: Luke got himself thrown in jail for destroying municipal property--cutting the heads off parking meters. Kiffin gained status as public enemy #1 for a series of no less misunderstood albeit crazy stunts himself; even (dare I say) a failure to communicate.
Of course in the end, Luke wins--using skill to outsmart his competitors, even when he has nothing, because sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand. Well, actually, in the end Luke is shot in the dark, alone in a church window. Still, that's not until after he's made a name for himself--and really that's not much different than what happened to Majors and Fulmer anyway. But I digress. The important thing is, Vols, no matter how many times you get knocked down this weekend, don't listen to those voices telling you to stay down. Look 'em in the eye and say "you'll have to kill me."
And then we gone eat fifty egg.