Normally I'm a one-game-at-a-time guy, a win-'em-all guy, an every-game-counts guy.
To Hell with that guy this week. This week is the week I've been looking forward to since October 7 of last year. This week is the week I may not sleep for fear of grinding my teeth down to nubs. This week is the week that something good better happen to me every single day because I'm wound so tight it ain't funny.
This is the week we get blood, Dawgs. This is the week we really sink our teeth in and fill up.
It's not just the past two blowouts. It's not just that we had Tennessee down 24-7 in the first half in 2006 before getting utterly destroyed. It's not just that we've lost three out of the last four. It's not just that Phat Phil has saved his job the last two years by beating us. It's not just that, two out of the last three times they beat us, they and not we went to the SEC Championship Game as a direct result of that game. It's all of those things, blended together into an orange, vomit-smelling soup.
Make 'em look like this, Dawgs: