Fresh Start for the Rebels........
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 11:41 pm
After approx. 1/4 of the season, the Rebels buried the past today and vowed to start fresh anew toward a winning season.
After the Rebs' film session today to watch the Wyoming game mistakes ---it was a long session --- Coach O gathered together the team, staff and key fans (such as myself) with a gypsy voodoo witch doctor and Mr. Tater in the Falkner woods to perform a burial ceremony of the game tapes of the first three games of the season. First, the gypsy voodoo woman, calling upon the mystical drunken spirit of William Falkner, said a few indecipherable words in true deep cajun bayou fashion, understood only by Coach O , a couple of the staff, and Robert Russell ---then she sacrificed a kickin chicken and poured the blood onto the tapes in the hole which started smoldering ---- afterward, some goobly dust was sprinkled over the hole while incantations were repeated to ward off evil spirits and the curse of David Cutcliffe---Coach O then bit the head off of a bat in true Ozzie style and spit the head into the hole ---no one was sure exactly why ----and finally, Mr. Tater sang a few words of deep thoughts while strumming his guitar and dancing around the hole, understood by no one present except me and fellow Deltan Michael Spurlock. Mr. Tater ( I call him Tater, but he is MR. Tater to everyone else) said: "Rebs got their mojo workin and gonna win Saturday in Knoxville --be there at 11 o'clock and don't be late." Later, each player placed a shovel full of dirt into the hole and then head butted someone to complete the ceremony. A very spirited practice followed, free of the Cut Curse ----free at last, free at last.
The real season starts Saturday in Knoxville. Time for some Rebel redemption.
After the Rebs' film session today to watch the Wyoming game mistakes ---it was a long session --- Coach O gathered together the team, staff and key fans (such as myself) with a gypsy voodoo witch doctor and Mr. Tater in the Falkner woods to perform a burial ceremony of the game tapes of the first three games of the season. First, the gypsy voodoo woman, calling upon the mystical drunken spirit of William Falkner, said a few indecipherable words in true deep cajun bayou fashion, understood only by Coach O , a couple of the staff, and Robert Russell ---then she sacrificed a kickin chicken and poured the blood onto the tapes in the hole which started smoldering ---- afterward, some goobly dust was sprinkled over the hole while incantations were repeated to ward off evil spirits and the curse of David Cutcliffe---Coach O then bit the head off of a bat in true Ozzie style and spit the head into the hole ---no one was sure exactly why ----and finally, Mr. Tater sang a few words of deep thoughts while strumming his guitar and dancing around the hole, understood by no one present except me and fellow Deltan Michael Spurlock. Mr. Tater ( I call him Tater, but he is MR. Tater to everyone else) said: "Rebs got their mojo workin and gonna win Saturday in Knoxville --be there at 11 o'clock and don't be late." Later, each player placed a shovel full of dirt into the hole and then head butted someone to complete the ceremony. A very spirited practice followed, free of the Cut Curse ----free at last, free at last.
The real season starts Saturday in Knoxville. Time for some Rebel redemption.
