Colt Brennan was beaten to a pulp last night. His Hawaii Warriors (formerly the Rainbows, since changed to avoid people thinking they might be-well, you know, that way), who were supposed to be scrappy underdogs who would fight tooth and nail with the much bigger, stronger, and faster Georgia Bulldogs. After all, that's what the media told us, what the talking heads were saying. They'd hit Georgia hard because they'd beaten everyone who'd come before them. They had command of the passing game like no one in the SEC had. Plus, Georgia was surely to be disappointed with their not being in the championship game. And a long season of SEC football would have them bruised and bloody by the time the cameras started rolling in the Big Easy.
Of course, when push came to shove, the Bulldogs did the shoving, burying the Warriors (who don't like to be associated with Rainbows) fairly early in the contest and exposing all of their weaknesses to the viewing public. Brennan was hit early and often, more than he had been in his career, as he'd spent most of the past three years sitting comfortably in the pocket and choosing his targets. However, the Bulldogs took the fight to him, routinely hitting him well before he was ready to start firing away and taking the momentum from the Warriors (who wonder why there are so many songs about Rainbows) who spent the rest of the contest on their heels and by the end of it came away swearing they were better than they'd shown, vowing to get back into the game.
You can replace "Colt Brennan" with "Jamie Franks Jr." and get pretty much the same effect, can't you? It seems Mr. Franks has been getting ready to throw his hat into the ring to replace the recently-promoted Roger Wicker in the First District. Heck, it even works on other levels, because as we know, Mr. Franks ain't friendly to Rainbows himself. Add to the comparison this: The coach is about to hit the road and start competing himself (June Jones, who seems to have more than a passing interest in both the NFL and college openings, and Steve Holland, who it seems getting ready for a CD1 run as well). And, alas for poor Colt, all the people who loved him while he was feasting on San Jose State and Nicholls State now have turned their backs on him. Much the same, I think, for Mr. Franks and those who funded him in his recent unsuccessful bid, and for the same reason: Everybody loves a winner. And they don't like losers who can't carry their own home county. But look on the bright side of another Franks run: Guys selling thousand dollar silk suits will make a killing.
The Golden Boy has decided to saddle up once again, put his populist sherrif's star on, and go tilting at windmills. This time, instead of Haley Barbour, he's going to run against George Bush (who will be out of office in 385 days, but Sherrif Franks will give him hell for the two weeks the next Congress is in session while he's president!). Never mind that the man lost his own home county, never mind that he didn't get the endorsement of his own local socialist leaning paper, never mind that he has the personality of a hung over mountain lion that hasn't eaten in a fortnight, never mind his personal shennanigans: He's going to represent the people of Mississippi whether they wanted him or not (and, at last tally, 59% of them did not). We're going to get the lamebrained economic ideas, the strange mangled speeches, the screaming into the mike, and not to mention the working man schtick.
So we're going to be entertained with another year of this guy. And here I was looking forward a peaceful 2008, too. Hopefully, this will be the election that puts the stake in his heart.
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