Corn dogs.

Sorry to hijack the blog for a moment, but I've been thinking...

I've never met the man, but Rod Dreher probably smells like corn dogs. Corn dogs that were organically produced by local farmers -- simple folk whose homes are old and funky and smell like a pot of organic corn dogs cooking down on the stove.

(Does his beret smell of the corn dog?)


For those who don't know, this weekend LSU visits my beloved Auburn University for a key top-ten matchup and a game that has decided the SEC West Division the last three years. With the big game approaching, I'm ribbing Rod about his unbearable aura of corndog out of a sense of good-natured fun.

(Be thankful I didn't mention Gonacoochie.)

Don't feel bad if you didn't know it was a big football weekend for LSU; Rod probably didn't realize either. Heck, LSU tailgaters imbibe so much that they hardly know what's going on by breakfast.

Thursday's breakfast.

War Damn Eagle, y'all.


(Corn dogs.)