I will confess it, I was a Steve Spurrier fan.

In the 1990s, the Fun N' Gun offense was all the rave and set the benchmark for passing offenses. Florida is the only college football team to score at least 500 points, including bowl games, for four consecutive years (1993, 1994, 1995, 1996) since the NCAA began keeping statistics in 1937. Florida went 122–27–1 overall and 87–14 in SEC play, won the SEC East nearly every year, won 6 SEC Championships and one national title in 1996 when he beat "Free Shoes University" in the Sugar Bowl rematch. They played for another in 1995 when they got spanked by Nebraska and Tommie Frazier.

In all of it, the only coach that really gave him fits was Bobby Bowden. Ray Goof didnt, Jim Donnan couldnt, nor did The Great Pumpkin, nor could Gene Stallings. Steve was always good for one great smartass remark during any press conference. He was cocky, he was a total ass, but he won football games. I always appreciated a coach that would talk trash and back it up. Most of them are too scared to give their opponent bulletin board material to ever sound anything more than mildly confident. Steve would tell you that Florida was going to put 50 on you and that it was your job to stop his offense once he had the big lead, not his.Any coach with the balls to say Peyton Manning only came back for his Senior year to win the Citrus Bowl MVP award again, then back it up, should be respected. I'd watch Florida in the '90s just to see what Spurrier would do or say, and to study that offense that no one could stop.

That is until Steve abruptly quit to take the job as Head Ball Coach of the Redskins at the end of the 2001 season, and everything fell apart.

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Something to read every year before this game:

The War Between The Schools

It's Rivalry Week and the War Between the Schools has officially commenced. The following is pure speculation about some of the many reasons Clemson and Carolina people have such a fierce competition with one another. It's about many things including: Us vs. Them, Good vs. Evil, Men of the Soil vs. the Urbane, a Hobbesian worldview vs. John Locke's Constitution, Upcountry and Lowcountry, The Pee Dee vs. The Piedmont, Engineers versus Lawyers, Soldiers against Politicians, Calvinist vs. Armenian, Baptists vs. Baptists. Dare I say who is in the co-operative camp? Whigs vs. Tories, Regulators rising up on the Oligarchy, even Backcountry John C Calhoun and his Charlestonite bride Floride are parts of the never-ending feud of the Palmettoland told in shades of Orange or that awful Garnet stain. Each side claims Bravehearts, Patriots and Rebels; though of course in all matters of heroism, loyalty or patriotism Clemson folk, surely dominate the count.

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Something that came up on Battle of the Palmetto State last year, a letter to USuC fans from another 'rival':

Dear Gamecock fans:

I, along with all of the college football world, mock you openly and laugh in your face. What imbeciles you are. What fools. Lou Holtz was a retired failure who left his dream job in shame. Books were written, with cites, as to his fraudulent, despicable, and shameful behavior as a head coach. It was well documented how he used, and abused, both the Universities and the young men who had the unfortunate circumstance of finding themselves at his flatulent mercy. And he did this at good schools. Schools with football tradition. Schools that didn't need a midget charlatan to cheat the way to victory. Decent schools. Fine learning institutions. In other words, not South Carolina.

So, of course, you tools welcomed him with open arms. You worshipped him. You stroked his ancient and hungering ego. You treated him as a God. While at the same time, he insulted you for your garbage strewn highways and backward manners. He used you, took your money, and guided you to the only 0-11 season in SEC history - and you bent over and said 'Thank you geezer, may I have another?'

You were warned. You were told, in detail, what would happen to your sorry program if you lifted your skirts for that dirty old man. Yet you did it with glee. With gratitude and thanksgiving, even.

Well, are you happy now? Knocked up with sanctions like we all said would happen. Screwed over and left wondering 'wha happened?' Well, Lou Holtz was your diddy and he's done skipped town. What a shock! Morons. Pure, unadulterated, moronosity.

And so what do you do? You go out and beg another old failure to take sinful advantage of you - Steve Spurrier. He of an ego at least as equal to the last geezer's. Like Holtz, he demands your worship. Your unfeigned praise and adoration. And you slope-headed retards, on cue, start building your golden calf (or is it chicken?).

News flash chicken-lovers - Like he did at his last job, Spurrier will take your money, take your praise, and leave after two failed seasons. And as he leaves he will take pot-shots at you and yours as he retires to Florida. The state he really loves. You are just there to stroke him into a final, wealthy retirement. Sound familiar?

Heck, I understand that sometimes a chicken gets it's head chopped off. But usually the chopper is someone else. I've never heard of a chicken gleefully chopping it's own head off .... until South Carolina fan, that is.

The college football world thanks you for the comedy. Nothing is more amusing than watching Mr. and Mrs. South Carolina fan fall for the same joke time and again. You're college football's equivelant of Wile E. Coyote. No, more like Wile E. Coyote's retarded, mangy, illegitimate cousin - R. Tard Coyote.

So thank you Gamecock fan. You're a bunch of idiots, but you do keep us in stitches.

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Its been a little while since Les did something so stupid to be worthy of an update. Losing to #1 Florida is excusable. The loss to Alabama wasn't because the refs hosed them (and they did) on the INT replay, but other than the playcalls at times there was nothing obvious that he'd done that was just stupid.

But what Lester did yesterday at Ole Miss again displays why I think he's a horrible gameday coach. I was at LSU until this year, I've seen what the man does during games, and sometimes its gutsy, but sometimes its just uncanny. Hell even that wackjob Houston Nutt couldnt make sense of it, so you know it was just fucking dumb

"I don't know what all happened down there at the end," Ole Miss coach Houston Nutt said. "I just know the scoreboard read 25-23 Ole Miss Rebels."

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1. Three-hour long conversations in mid-May about the post-spring depth chart with your college buddy.
2. The right to break out the tape of the 1986 Georgia game when college buddy is in town.
3. The right to name your first child after a member of the 1981 National Championship team even if its a girl.
4. The right to name your dog Ken Hatfield, at least until its housebroken.
5. Week-long fits of depression after a loss.
6. Listening to sports talk radio during supper during spring football season (March-April), football season (Late July - Early January) and recruiting season (January - February).
7. The right to jump over you to reach the nearest male to slap high fives after a touchdown.
8. The right to talk to all ex-girlfriends while tailgating.
9. Your orange overalls and orange cowboy hat.
10. Your old Clemson t-shirts, the old ones can go in a drawer, but any from the past ten years are to be hung in the closet.

 

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