If Ole Miss gets Admiral Ackbar . . .

Then I think Mizzou should do this:


The colors work already. And you know, a tiger is great and all, but it's hardly distinct.

But the Batman symbol--not THAT would be distinct.

Tell me that wouldn't be badass.

Nobody messes with The Batman.

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Fuck You and Your Chickens Too

So I'm kind of an asshole and don't pay much attention to the local news, and I just found out the Columbia City Council passed an ordinance allowing people to keep chickens on their property. I assume this was brought about by some unholy alliance of rednecks and hippies--people who don't want to bother leashing their dogs but insist on flying the Confederate flag, along with a bunch of self-flagellating Green Guilters who like to harangue other people about not composting their own turds.

Bandwagon

I cannot claim to be a Saints fan.

There has never been, nor will there ever be, an NFL franchise in Birmingham, where I grew up, so I was free to pick a team. I never cottoned to the Atlanta Falcons, so that left the Miami Dolphins and New Orleans Saints in the South (and I guess the Bucs, but that was just too much to ask). The first year I was really aware of the NFL was 1982, and the Dolphins went to the Super Bowl. A year later, a fellow named Dan Marino came on the scene, and that was that.

I was only dimly aware of the Saints; they were so bad I don't think they were ever on television that much. That was about the time they featured Ken Stabler, Earl Campbell, and coach Bud Phillips, but they were limping out of the league then, and the Saints were little better for their presence.