You know, I don’t want to judge here, but I would think a trip to some sort of fantasy camp for us would probably involve a nice steak dinner on a beach and a bottle of Crown Reserve while having a bikini clad Julianne Hough rub our feet as we watch the first three seasons of Aqua Teen on dvd and James Earl Jones reads us a collection of short stories of his own choosing, but thats just us, we’re fancy like that. For some Ole Miss fans, fantasy camp means running wind sprints and practicing pass blocking while being schooled in the art of crazy by Houston Nutt and his coaching staff.
Let the hilarity of middle aged men attempting vertical jumps wash over you and justify your own feelings about your varying levels of fitness in comparison. We estimate the death toll at this event to be somewhere in the high teens.
[Massive HT to the distinguished gentlemen at Nafoom]
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1 bad boyin // Feb 10, 2009 at 12:54 pm
the guy who made the one hand catch, who was also wearing the sleeveless T in the intro, still talks about the glory days at Sardis High School.
2 The King Has Returned // Feb 16, 2009 at 12:00 am
Very sad….Ole Miss football fanboys.
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