Copyright 2007 Ben S. Pollock
The athletic department of the University of Arkansas has become its own reality series, one where everyone is trapped in a house or on a desert island, or maybe at the same time one of those talent shows, the one with dancers or the one with singers. Athletic directors moving this way and that while coaches go and come then go before they get here. The academic administration and trustees talk less about anthropology and mathematics, if they ever do. Star athletes may not get all they deserve only due to the fact they’re Razorbacks in mid 2000’s. Who gets the gong? Oops, that’s an old show.
It’s time to break out the whiskey but harmonize about beer:
On Friday nights me and the guys head to high school
Like we done 24 years, one and all some big fool.
We be always at it again next noon at my place,
Jim Ed stops for ice, and Red brings a lot of beer.
We hoot and yell till supper, but it’s mostly laughter:
We’re don’t coach on Saturdays.
The local papers today are full of football. Of course, it’s Saturday. But the season ended two weeks ago today.
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