It was the mantra of my childhood. Growing up in an LSU family, the son of LSU’s head cheerleader in the mid seventies, the prayer was ingrained as the horizon in my spiritual landscape.
It is Gospel as far as I’m concerned. Billy Cannon as John the Baptist or even Muhammad.
“Go to hell Ole Miss, go to hell!”
And surely we know the Grove is the River Styx, and most of the University of Mississippi has already been annexed to the underworld. But nevertheless, we pure and righteous Tigers still doing God’s good work remind our damned opponents of their inevitable fate.
Although the game tomorrow is in no way the game of the week, or even the game of the hour, it still holds with it the ever-constant theme of good versus evil.
The Righteous versus the Wicked. The Pure against the Soiled. Good battles Bad. LSU plays Ole Miss.
OK, so Ole Miss sucks this season. The Mannings are gone. The hype is over. No Heisman candidate. Ole Miss might as well not show up – but they will.
And with their horned helmets and their fiery breath, they will beat their drums of lust and greed and drink the blood of the innocent from silver goblets smithed from the fires of hell.
They will dance about in Oxford this weekend, rape and pillage and kill senselessly.
But the Tigers will bring down the hand of God and destroy the mechanisms of sin and keep those filthy demons down in Oxford where they belong.
But don’t let them fool you with their L.L. Bean vest and North Face jackets. They will wear designer shoes, plaid trousers and Costa Del Mar sunglasses. They will eat fancy finger foods and dine under crystal chandeliers hung from the bows of century-old Live Oaks.
They talk in easy slow drawls and speak nothing offensive or shocking. They’re nice and inviting, like the Mormons. But unlike the Mormons, they will not promise you a kingdom of your own, instead they will wrap you in coal and barbed wire and eat your heart.
They are savage beasts. They are Mississippians. They are the poison of humanity, the death of redemption and the hands of the devil.
We must destroy them at all cost, we must run up the score and squeeze the breath out of these devilish little demons.
So Geaux Tigers, and Go to hell Ole Miss!