1st of tha Month.

So get the hell out of bed and celebrate the month of October.  Not only do I turn 30 this month, but here in the South we also celebrate something that I hold just as close as the day Julie Dinney pushed me into this brave new world... college football.  Tailgating, beer, fried chicken (Bojangles - we don't do that KFC shit down here), deviled eggs, dips galore, bourbon, bands, getting to your tailgating spot (which fans I know have taken out mortgages for i.e. a parking spot- seriously) hours before a game to eat, drink, and watch other college games, on a flat screen that someone hooked up to a dish that's hooked up to a generator... and in between go to a stadium with 85,000 people +, that's sold out, on a Saturday, with a high of 75 and a breeze... that is bliss. I truly believe that Heaven is a whole lot like the South in the Fall. 

80's Gamecock.

I've begun to wonder what the world is coming to though, as people have started to have weddings during football season?! I'm an only child and a girl, and I know that there is no way in this lifetime that my mother would allow me, much less would I choose, to get married (or have a due date) between the last weekend in August and the beginning of January.  It's just like the chances of me pulling for Clemson or LSU or any school in the ACC.  It's not done in my family (at least the one's I'll admit blood kin to).  It ain't gonna  happen.  No way.  No how.   Mr. Balloon Hands.

What?!

So, WAKE UP and GET UP! While I'm drinking my Bloody Mary and eating a Pig-in-the-Blanket next to Williams-Brice Stadium this morning, I'll think of Bone Thugs n Harmony and their "Carpe Diem-esque" mantra. Asheville to Columbia is worth it to see the COCKS give it to AUBURN...  war eagle my ass. That shit is so damn lame.

Big Cock.