Only took him two hours to talk like a cajun. I tried talking like a michigander last time I was back home up the holler, but the clothes pin on my nose gave me a headache.
I thought it was going to be really something. He probably was just trying to hold back burping up the 12 hot dogs he actually ate and didn't spit out.
This was nothing, but still 2nd place in the SEC West is all he can get until Saban retires.