I feel really good about being 10-1 when the crotches round up the turnip trucks and roll into the valley. It's just too bad they most likely be 8-3. They have been blowing smoke up each others bass all season and now it's time to resume gamecrotch football starting this week. The chickens have been counted before they hatched my fellow Tigers; You can polish a turd but it's still a turd and you can't make chicken salad from chicken schit.