Using our fancy anagramator (we just had a dog pee on Maw-Maw's electronic poker) helped us realize that "Tech" could also spell "Chet," Bill Paxton's character in Weird Science. Of course, using the rest of the letters, we arrive at "La Chet," which is French for "the Chet." Here, the Chet has been WAC-ed, having watched Hawaii and Louisiana Tech play and trying to keep his lunch down.     Oh look! Coach Derek Dooley and QB Zac Chamion are trying to revive Tech's chances in this game! Wow! Did you see how diabolical ol' tanned Mr. THE PROCESS© was? He used his own players...to BEAT HIS OWN PLAYERS! It was the ultimate in psychological experiments and illustrated just how Machiavellian lil' Panama PROCESS Jack can be. He's able to get into your mind and wrap his diminutive but wiry strong arms around your brain and just squeeze them and make you want to hire him or not cover the guy in the slot on a Hail Mary, even when the guy is dressed in BLACK AND YELLOW LIKE A DAMN ROAD SIGN. Oh gods of the gridiron, to pay homage to last weekend's joyous bounty, we left you pails of encased meats and fried chicken skin and palm fronds. Many have lamented that so many of our tussles have come down to mere seconds, but not us! Nay, The Trough and its janitors dance about in a drunken waddle, giddy with delight at these games...for not only have we vanquished our foes, but we have have reached into their abdomen and played "let the kids mix the cookie dough" with their organs! We've pithed our opponents' innards, pulling them out in steaming messes, shrieking like Sarah Jessica John Parker Wilson in hearing that the network was going to syndicate our Loosaslutsca-based series, "Sacks in the City." Winning a game is one thing, breaking backs is something special. Let us encase more meats! In that same path, the schedule has definitely passed the delicious ricey meaty middle and is now entering the "leftover end of the boudin skin you squeeze" phase. First up on the squeeze is in-state Louisiana Tech, in town for another WAC-OFF! After last week's gripping drama, it should be nice to get a little relief here and really get into a nice rhythm to finish up strong. The Trough was going to conduct an intense game analysis, using a series of complicated regression algorithms and a Rummikub set and a Sharpie, but our very first foray into the research unveiled this delicious suckulent nugget: Ole Miss 24, Louisiana Tech 0. One of the football gods erupted in such giant laughter at this score that an entire chili-cheese-covered Sonic tater tot came right from his nose in a spray of meaty awesome. This nasal chili potato cylinder later become what we know as the Galapagos. That's right, kids - turtles come from chili. The Trough of course welcomes back former coach Derek Dooley, Son-of-the-Vince, to the inviting confines of Death Valley. Derek of course coached under Saban the Aighthearted, who led Derek from Baton Rouge to the mystical tropics of Miami. Big Double D was one of the few staff members to follow Saban the Aighthearted, and now it's time to pay the piper. We wish there were more to say about this game, but we'd better hold our tongue for the rest of the games. Literally. Hold it - it's slick! Now smell your hand. Yeah, chili. Give it time, it'll smell like turtle. Hormel Turtle: 56, "Daddy, I could let the wind rip through my rattay by riding in the back of your dooley?": 7 Welcome to The Trough, a place that really gets to the meat of LSU's opponents. Ok, not so much the meat, but the sinewy gristle and thick connective tissue. We then feed these funbits through a grinder to get a coarse meaty bounty, and that's what is on display here. It should be a given that while The Trough is loosely related to LSUChicageaux.com, it's more like a Baton Rouge uncle than a Tuscaloosa cousin. In other words, what's in The Trough is obviously not endorsed by any official LSU entity. They've got better sense than that.