I love Jim Hamilton. I really do. But today he is a sorry hog. Here’s why.
Today I watched the LSU Tigers put the finishing touches on their abysmal season as they lost to the Arkansas Razorbacks by one point (31-30). It was painful to watch. The Tigers practically gave the game away. Their defense has stunk up the field all season, and tonight was no exception. With major penalties at critical moments during the game, the Tigers managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
After the game was over, I picked up my cell phone, and I see that I have missed a string of calls from my good friend, Jim. I check the messages, and it’s Jim on the other end doing a victory lap on my voicemail. And that’s only the beginning of his sore winners-man-ship. He has now posted the blog equivalent of the superbowl shuffle and has dedicated it to me.
Here’s a guy who has sworn off sports so that he might have more time to read theology, and yet he interrupts his sacred fast just so that he can poke me in the eye. Jim and I have been close friends for many years. But I guess this just shows that hog-red runs thicker than water. Sorr-yyy pig!