Ahwooga! Ahwooga! Sound the klaxons - technical errors Apologies in advance... Just as championship dreams can crash, so too can our computers - both in spectacular fashion. Matt Flynn's intercepted throw in the OTX3: Return of the Nutt was just like the "cachunk cachunk cachunk" delight we heard emanating from the LSUChicageaux SuperMagicBox - a gutwrenching display of how the football gods can remind us that yes, Lady Buttertart, the ball must come to end, and sometimes it's with some freshman chick's ZIMA puke on your shoe, which would be much more useful than our computer at this juncture. Inside of the MagicBox are files, beautiful secret files...guarded by a Warlock! We carefully opened the case to SuperMagicBox, whispering all the while "It's ok Warlock here we have coconut shrimp." We didn't really but we thought man who doesn't love coconut shrimp it's like eating a mini-lobster bathed in Coppertone. There was no Warlock, the smell of jasmine and honeysuckle we were so eagerly anticipating was missing, the slice of ham we put in last year was all gray, and oh look there's that stupid Chewbacca head LEGO. Cachunk, cachunk, cachunk. Football gods, is this your idea of dessert after a miserable holiday feast of McFadden? We prefer McRib, thank you very much, with its subtle reminder that it's "rib" because it's formed with some bone shapes. And it's back in stores. Stupid, stupid football gods - we try to appease you in every way and you repay us by scooping out our innards with a dull trowel. That's it - no more money spent purchasing corrugated metal to complete your forest temple. Now that's not to say that we hate you completely...heck, you took the guy that beats us - ol' Hambone Nutt - and you stick him between the Scylla of Starkville and the Charybdis of Lake Sardis...that's right, nibbins...the Rebs got a new coach, and it's only a matter of time before it's "Powe! Right in the kisser!" On the bright side, should he ever make the SEC Championship game and of course lose it again, Ole Miss will reward him with at least 5 pennants, one of which will read, "DROVE TO ATLANTA, ONLY PEED ONCE." Thanks to Ole Miss' generous "free text message" Jimmy Sexton bonus, Nutt said in a statement, "I M COMING 4 YALL AZZEZ :)" But why lament last week's lapse when this week's scuttlebutt puts us at the point of another SEC crown? To Atlanta! The hallowed halls of the Georgia Dome - home to some Chick-Fil-A executives for the bowl game (who are pretty nice until one game a new caterer did the cooking and the result was "IS THIS BEEF? ARE YOU SERIOUS? BEEF?! MY MOUTH! IT'S BURNING!! BURNING WITH THE FLAVOR OF NOTPOULTRY!!! OH GOD IT'S SO RED!" and then some weeping) - welcomes the Tigers back again to face that foe of yore, Tennessee. The Georgia Dome will be filled with orange oh wait more orange say the word orange say it now say it again man that's a weird word. Orange. A lot of it. In gratuitous amounts - heck, you go from XXXL straight to VOLUNTEER MAN! Tennessee is led by that Ainge kid that's been there since 1999. Tennessee got beat by several touchdowns by 2 teams LSU beat, so if we use ULL math, that means we put up nearly 162 points, bruh. We got dat. Since Tennessee plays in the SEC lEAST (boom!), we didn't play them this year so we don't even know much about them and couldn't very well do any research thanks to our bitchy Warlock. To brokedown SuperMagicBox, we say, "THANKS. THANKS A LOT." No fancy pictures of Coach Fulmer with a cheesegrits firehouse bolted to his oily mouth-hole, no tricky images of Peyton Manning in a Michigan uniform, flying through space...never making it to Saturn because it actually has rings, no artists' renditions of Lulu birthing an 8-legged rhino....nope. We gots nothing. Now, gentle reader, you're sure to ask, "Hey jackass - if your stupid computer is broken, how are you posting this?" The answer would be a fancy old thing the kids now call a "toplap" (not to be confused with "bottomlap," the pale slab of skin with which Phil Fulmer uses to cover his Hot-Pocket-in-a-Blankets). This "toplap" has only the bare minimums needed to get to the intrawebs to fill The Trough with enough gristle to feed the dingoes. It's actually just a box of Raisin Bran, a nylon full of 9-volts, and some old Capsela servoes we found - taped it all together, plugged it in, works like a charm. We're terribly sorry this The Trough could not be all that it could. We'll make it up to you. We promise. And yeah, we managed to work in a Michigan reference...you know, to show that we have our ear to the Coates' stall wall. Oh, and that slot in the front of the computer? Take a lesson from us, one we had to learn the hard way: that slot ain't a urinal. P&G sans Warlock! 42, ORANGEORANGEORANGEORANGEORANGEROCKYTOPORANGE, 27 Editor's note: Yes, we do have The Trough files backed up. No The Troughs were injured. 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.