Gators. This is pathetic. This is worse than pathetic. It’s fucking embarrassing! I should not be doing this at 3:30. I want every good Gator to get the fuck up for this.

Listen to me like y’all have never listened before.

This is it. This is the game. Big Dick Billy is building a Death Star. I believe in my coach. But you know what I believe in even more? I believe in Kirby flailing his fat man-tits on the sidelines about a half a minute from a Biscuit and Gravy aneurysm.

Fuck them. Fuck Georgia. We are gonna beat the bastards. We are going to troll the bastards (and not brigade). We are going to show ‘em Spurrier sent us.

And if we don’t, you know what we’ll do? Well put the same goddamn fucking scare in them that they gave years ago. Napier is going to force Kirby to retire and run to to Lake Blackshear like the bitch that he is.

This is our game. The his is our moment. If you make it to Jax and come back without a voice you failed.

Let me leave y’all with this and let’s win the fucking game.

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GATORS:

This shit that some sources sling around about Florida wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit.

Gators love to fight. All real Gators love the sting and clash of the WLOCP. Mertz sure as shit will and has taken the hits to prove it. He’s also from by way of Wisconsin so that kid can drink.

Listen. Gators play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed (Mullen). The very idea of losing is hateful to a Gator.

No, Goddamnit, Gators don't think like that. Every Gator does his job. We're not going to just wheel route the sons-of-bitches, we're going to RPO their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of ETN. We're going to murder those lousy Bulldog shitheads by the bushel-fucking-basket.

Gators. This is the game. And what we’re going to do is what we’re going to do. We are going to expose Kirby Leslie Smart as the hack that he is. We are going to beat the bastard sand we are goi f to sit with our families and with our kids on our knees—nice and toasty—by 6 PM (commercial permitting). And we’re going to remember this day.

Go Gators and G.D. Fucking E.