Dear Ole Miss
You are exactly what you always have been. Only once in my life has an Ole Miss team beaten a decent Auburn team. That fluke took the heir of your loser patriarch and a wide open Auburn receiver dropping the winning touchdown on a ball that landed in his hands. In short, a miracle.
You're second tier. Always.
I freely admit that I hate your program and everything about it. You're the Rebel Wilson of the SEC; the fat ugly attention slut who isn't self-aware enough to recognize that the laughter is AT you and not with you.
I hate your "fans."
I hate all the tradition you claim -- which is really nothing more than lame imitations of things you saw other schools do and thought would be cool. Archie was a complete loser and Eli never got you anything but a Cotton Bowl -- whee! -- in four years.
I hate your aura of prestige when you have none. I laugh at your decision to retroactively award yourself three national championships from 50 years ago when no-one --- and I mean NO ONE -- considers any of them remotely legitimate.
Johnny Vaught? Please. All the football relevance of Colonel Sanders.
You think you're Bama lite when in reality the comparison is more like Vandy without the brains or Kentucky without the basketball.
You're nothing. So shut your mouth, know your place and battle Mississippi State every year in the least significant rivalry in the history of college football. Egg Bowl? More like Marshmallow Fight.
Signed,
The World