It’s officially almost football season. Yes, my beloved team kicks off against some crappy, non-conference opponent who they are certain to whip soundly a mere THREE WEEKS from today. I’m so excited, I can already smell the barbeque and Brunswick Stew!
To commemorate, a Southern Baptism:
I mean, could anything be cuter? The Terrorists, of course, would beg to differ:
They are certainly little attention whores.