I’m sitting in the Moneyline sports bar at Gold Strike in Tunica earlier this week, getting my game plan together for blowing our nest egg or tripling it, and staring at the line for the Ole Miss vs. Alabama game.
Thirty eight points.
Five touchdowns and a field goal.
I asked the good man working the sports book if they had seen a lot of action on the game, and he said, “yeah, a lot of Bama so far, but I’ve taken a few for Ole Miss.” Now, he was probably lying, because he saw my Ole Miss belt or knows me from previous weeks and felt sorry for my Rebel fandom.