Monday, November 26, 2007

No One Wants My State

Well, that's not exactly true. Coach O probably wanted my state, but my state didn't want him, so he's headed out. I pray we don't get Terry Bowden, because trading enthusiastic but clueless for someone with a famous last name who is clueless without being at least funny in a Hummer commercial simply isn't worth it.

The rumor mill is already functioning at its highest possible speed regarding Trent Lott. In the past 5 hours since I heard he was retiring, it's been speculated that he's going to be everything from the next Chancellor, to a lobbyist, to a fry cook on Venus. Whatever he ends up doing, we can be sure of one thing - the man's hair will not change or even move. Bless him and his patronage of the Paul Mitchell product line.

So, right now, speculation is the theme of the day in Oxford. Between who will be our next head football coach (which will be regarded as the most important issue in the world) and who will be our new Senator (which is actually a way more important question, which way less people will care about), there should be enough gossiping and rumor-spreading to make even the most serious gossips delight with glee.

Doesn't it feel like Christmas has come early?

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