...those Muscle Milkers should have got on the bus.
Any time Grambling feels down on its luck. Any time we start to carry our head low from losing to losers. We can always count on Miss Jackson. She’s slides right into position when we need her to provide that pick me up necessary to keep on pushing. No matter the state. No matter how far.
Sorry Miss Jackson and thank you at the same damn time.
Just know that this little tussle didn’t count (Thanks Kenn), so you are free to act like it never happened. We’ll just call it a freebie. We got what we needed. You got what you needed. As a group of people with no morals ineloquently once said, you shoulda ran.
P.S. Leads me to another random thought (Thanks MH). Tennessee State, exactly how bad are you this year? Still trying to figure out if it is your terrible coach or those people are trying to make you feel like you belonged with those bogus rankings of your recruiting classes. You sure you understood which Tigers you signed up to play in that Hall of Fame game? I know last time we left you within an inch of your life. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. But...
No calls...
No texts...
Only voicemail...
Now you pick up.
I know you probably thought you caught us at the right time. Just one question though... You ever seen a bull’s eyes when he sees red? That’s how Grambling gets when we see a damn blue and white tiger.