unannounced was the game, all players with no names

Inspired by your friend and mine, Dandy Don, I decided to put up a countdown to kick-off of LSU football on here. Unfortunately, all i could get it to do was count down to March 15, 2009. My web site knowledge only went as far as knowing where to paste in the code, i didn't know what i needed to change to make it countdown to kick-off.

oh, well, mayhaps i'll find something a little less difficult to put there. I think maybe i'll try to put a counter up.

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I think now I understand how people felt when someone they liked fought for the opposite side during the American Revolution.

Mike Bianco signed a contract extension to remain the head baseball coach at Ole Miss.

I -- and i can't believe I'm even admitting this -- was rooting for Ole Miss baseball this postseason. And i normally wouldn't cheer for Ole Miss against an AIDS epidemic. Bianco still felt like an LSU guy to me, and i wanted him to do well, particularly since a strong finish would make me even more optimistic for LSU when Bianco was named the new baseball coach here.

But, the disappointment i felt when Ole Miss lost to Miami will be the last time I ever manage such an emotion on behalf of that particular institution. in fact, i have managed to be retroactively glad they lost. Bravo, Miami, bravo! exclamation mark.

I have officially disowned Bianco. He has no purple and gold Tiger left in his blood as far as i'm concerned. His blood is blue and/or red, depending on the amount of oxygen it's receiving at any given moment.

I hope he never wins another game. I hope when he gets old, he has both hips replaced so i can send him a card to his hospital room, "Two new hips, Mikey Boy? Wow, you are exactly like Skip Bertman now. Only without five national titles, or four, or three, or two, or any for that matter."

I hope his daughter grows up healthy -- and on her 16th birthday celebrates by sleeping with half the Ole Miss baseball team.

I hope his four sons combine to sleep with the other half.

I hope his wife gets so fat that it takes a forklift to get her out of the house for her trips to the store for ice cream.

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I decided that on the second day of punishing you for courtney not posting anything, i'd be a little benevolent.
Posting the entire lyrics to "Who let the dogs out" was overkill. I apologize. I hope this little dance mix makes up for it:

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

Who let the dogs out
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

(woof, woof, woof, woof)

When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas "start the name callin'" (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)