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Former LSU Star Jones Hurt In Car Accident

Former LSU safety Chad Jones was injured seriously in a single-car accident this morning in New Orleans.

According to WWL-TV Jones suffered “a fractured left leg and had arteries and nerves exposed” in the accident.  Jones’ father confirmed that his son was alert when paramedics took him to a local emergency room.

Jones was drafted in the third round by the New York Giants in April.

Les Miles said via Twitter: “Just got news about Chad Jones’ car accident.  We are praying for Chad and his family.  Keep him in your prayers.”

The accident took place around 6:15am.  Reports say it took emergency personnel 20 minutes to remove Jones from the car.

As of noon ET he was listed as being in “guarded condition.”

WWL reports that Jones lost control of his SUV and hit a telephone pole.  Two others were also injured in the accident.  The station has video of the mangled vehicle — and workers trying to free Jones from it — on its website.

It was little more than a year ago that former Tiger Demetrius Byrd was seriously injured in a Miami car wreck just before the NFL draft.  Byrd recovered from his injuries and was a seventh-round pick of the Chargers.  He has since been cut.

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Official MrSEC Ole Miss Mascot Suggestion – The Fighting Faulkner

According to the Ole Miss Mascot Selection Committee, Rebel fans who have chimed in with their views on a new mascot have requested that the new symbol be: classy, strong, unique, and tied somehow to the university.


I give you Ole Miss alum William Faulkner. 

Specifically, the William Faulkner pictured at left.  Mustachioed.  Pipe in hand.  Tweed jacket.  “Ahoy, Polloi,” facial expression.

If UM officials want to change the perception of Ole Miss, then a riled up Faulkner puffing his pipe on the sidelines would do the trick.  No more good ol’ boy stereotypes in Oxford.  Nope, instead the University of Mississippi would be viewed as considerably more highbrow.

“Harass them, my good boys, relieve them of the ball,” the Fighting Faulkner could bellow in support of Tyrone Nix’s defense.

I’m telling you, Rebel fans, if you want classy, strong, unique and tied to Ole Miss… then we here at say go with a Faulkner.

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Two-Sport Star Chad Jones in Car Accident

NEW ORLEANS — LSU football and baseball national champion Chad Jones was involved in a car accident at approximately 5 a.m. Friday on Carrollton Ave. in New Orleans. Drafted by the New York Giants in the third round of the NFL Draft and then by the Milwaukee Brewers in the MLB Draft seven weeks later, Jones signed a contract to play in the NFL on June 11.

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Tubert advances

Freshman-to-be moves into the semifinals later today

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Former Auburn line coach Hugh Nall no longer a party to Ramsey lawsuit

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AUBURN — Former Auburn offensive line coach Hugh Nall confirmed to me a moment ago that he had been dismissed from a lawsuit filed by former player Chaz Ramsey.Ramsey sued Nall and former Auburn trainer Arnold Gamber in federal court…

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Auburn-area prospect LaMichael Fanning is heading back to Georgia

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One of the top prospects in the Auburn area is moving back to Georgia to finish his high school career.Defensive end LaMichael Fanning, who spent last season at Auburn High School, is transferring to Harris County, Ga., due to family…

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Get to Know Bobby Petrino

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Richard Davenport of The Recruiting Guy blog has a short Q&A with Bobby Petrino that sheds some light on the famously taciturn coach’s hobbies and interests.

So who is Petrino exactly? Just a lake-lovin’, steak-and-eggs-chompin’ pick-up driver who’s rendered helpless when confronted with a bit of chocolate.

Unsurprisingly, given the name of his blog, Davenport also has a separate recruiting Q&A with Petrino (note: subscription is required to view it). Of note is this exchange:

Davenport: What do you tell parents if they express concern that you might not be at Arkansas for their son’s four or five years?

Petrino: You know that really hasn’t come up. I’m going to be here. I really enjoy it. It’s a beautiful place; my family is very, very happy. I think we have the program going in the right direction; it has a chance to compete for championships. I’m really excited about it.

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Chad Jones Injured in Car Wreck

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Chad Jones Injured in Car Wreck

WWL in New Orleans reporting. Will update things as we get ‘em folks. Hope everything’s okay Chad.

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Free Form Friday Has Some Confessions To Make.

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Cultures throughout history have believed that confessing embarrassing or sinful aspects of one’s behavior brings good luck and favor from the gods. I don’t see why college football fans should be any different, and I’m not the first one to notice this. Todd over at Roll Bama Roll only had to wait two years after confessing his moisturizer habit to watch the Tide win a National Championship. I think I can live with that type of longterm humiliation, especially since I have enough embarrassment fuel to last until Tim Tebow starts a game in the NFL. That’s why I’m confessing a few things in hopes of currying favor with whatever saints or deities I need to please for us to beat Florida.


Possible choices: Saint Arnold of Soissons, Patron Saint of Bartenders, or Adrian of Nicomedia, Patron Saint of Arms Dealers. Both very real, and both huge in SEC country.

The Paul Finebaum Show disgusts me. I listen to it occasionally on satellite radio on the way home in the evenings, but rarely for more than 5 minutes at a time. That’s how long it takes me to realize that, for just a little while every evening, three quarters of the villages in Alabama are left to find a way to subsist without their allotted idiot. As a college football fan and blogger I should be immune to other college football fans who literally cannot tell their rear ends from Gene Chizik’s mother’s pot roast. But I can’t even listen to the show and pretend it’s campy irony because, sadly, there are really people that dumb and they do actually own telephones and frequent the internet, which is not ironic, just sad.

I have horrible taste in movies. Every year my wife and I try to see the newest Best Picture Oscar winner. I checked the list a while back and I think I’ve seen 17 of the last 20 winners at least once.  And, while criticism of the Academy may be justified in certain instances, the Best Picture winner is usually a very good movie. 2009′s selection, The Hurt Locker, was an excellent film which will hit you square in the gut, and I highly recommend that you see it.

That being said, when there’s no football to be watched, I’m not sitting around watching From Here To Eternity and Annie Hall. I’m far more likely to be watching Wedding Crashers for the 84th time. Or Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle (apparently I’m the only person in America who’s ever seen this one sober, but still thought it was hilarious). And The Hangover. I could watch The Hangover every single day, twice on Mondays, and never get tired of it. I think it’s because Justin Bartha just has so much gravitas. The man’s like a smallish, simian Marlon Brando.* I imagine my lowbrow taste in film developed because I have a job in which I spend a lot of time dealing with thorny intellectual and emotional issues. In my spare time I just don’t want to have to think too much. Those who read this blog regularly may respond here with a hearty “mission accomplished!”

I am a soccer fan, and believe most anyone can be a soccer player. I know, that’s not much of a confession these days, but it was back when I started following the game back during the 1994 World Cup. The town I grew up in had no recreational or other organized soccer. In fact, to my knowledge, no one in my hometown at that time even played disorganized soccer. So I would often take my soccer ball and kick it around our backyard, scoring imaginary goals against the brick wall of our garage. Friends of mine in other, more cosmopolitan Georgia hamlets (like Dublin and Perry, and no I’m not kidding) played soccer and I would occasionally kick it around with them.

But I didn’t play an organized game of proper football until my freshman year in college when I played for my fraternity’s intramural team. Surprisingly I learned that I had two soccer skills, and no more. For one, I was a decent goalie because I learned that playing in goal is a lot like playing linebacker, you just read and react to the flow of the ball while keeping an eye out for possible misdirection. Also, after four years of having future SEC football players truck my pasty butt on a high school football field, I had no fear of taking one in the chest from some Lambda Chi. Second, I could slide tackle like nobody’s business as a result of years of baseball training. I quickly realized that slide tackling was in fact just like sliding into second on a stolen base, with the caveat that the base was moving. Though in the case of the chain smoking frat bros I was playing against, not that fast. Also, very few of them could keep the ball within 2 yards of their toe on a regular basis, so that it was almost impossible to foul them when executing a tackle. These things combined to convince me that soccer, at a recreational level, is not so much a sport as an alternative to jogging. Sure, the folks playing in the Premier League are masters of an athletic art. But soccer is like the checkers of athletic endeavors. Anyone can play it, though the real masters are thinking 84 moves ahead.

I really want Derek Dooley and Tennessee to suffer a miserable season in 2010. I know he’s Vince’s kid and such a nice guy and so on and so forth. And it’s kind of fashionable to feel sorry for the fact that Team Kiffy left a smoking crater of a depth chart that has Dooley the Younger patrolling the finest junior colleges in America for offensive linemen. But I haven’t forgotten that the Laner absolutely shellacked us last season, a fact which would gall me even further but for the fact that it was likely what put the “for sale” sign on Willie Two Thumbs’ Athens lawn. And I haven’t forgotten all of the Tennessee fans who cruised the interwebs telling other SEC fans that our animosity for the guy was just proof that we were scared of General Peachfuzz. Tennessee, you still have not suffered enough for Mike Hamilton’s stupidity and your compatriots’ decision to buy into that guy. Seriously, for about 10 months there Tennessee football fans were, with some exceptions, 27% more insufferable than before. And believe me, as a Georgia fan I know what insufferable looks like from the inside. One more year of penance though, and you folks will be good with me. Until then, I have nothing but petty, juvenile disdain for you.

I can and will sing most of the lyrics to Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield:

Feel free to confess your own sins, college football related or otherwise, in the comments. Until later . . .

Go ‘Dawgs!!!

*Though I do worry that the planned sequel will be a let down, twice as profane and half as funny as the original. That’s usually how sequels to this kind of movie play out. Will I still see it on opening day? Do tigers hate cinnamon?

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Time to Renew the Rivalry: South Carolina vs. Clemson Game One Open Thread

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Nothing more to say right now than, “Go ‘Cocks!”

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