So Vandy went down to the Swamp and got that ass tapped, 49-22. That was probably the least winnable of the remaining games. Florida has points of vulnerability, but they are not as pronounced as those of Kentucky or Tennessee – and even though everybody knows where the holes are on those teams, we may not be capable of exploiting them. And how’s this for a dagger: even if we get the 6th win, it may not be enough: a 6-6 team can only go to a bowl if every 7-5 team has a bid. This is not as unfair as it looks; the 12th game in the SEC is a non-conference game, and if we were 5-6 coming into the last game, that’s not bowl eligible under the old rules. Nevertheless, it would suck to break the 5 win ceiling for the first time in a quarter-century and be unable to cash in on it.
Meanwhile, the wife is gone to Texas for a few days. I have never been more tempted to play the Southern Baptist card and say “Wife, I forbid you to go to Texas.” However, I’ve been in preliminary RCIA classes for a couple of months now, so I may not be allowed to play the Southern Baptist card any more. Hell, I may never have been allowed – I was characterized as a Zen Baptist from the age of 17 or so, and got married by a Benedictine priest from an Old Catholic order, and I only set foot in a Baptist church once a year for Decoration Day…so whatever. I’m left alone in the house for four days. Somebody may need to come around Tuesday morning and pack my lungs in gauze. (I got a lot of cigars to get through.)
Come ON Bama…