Vandy offensive line coach Herb Hand is a great guy and a fun Twitter follow. You can follow him on Twitter here. But yesterday Hand came face to face with the newest Twitter foil, someone who chose to Tweet obscene insults about his family.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised at the continued devolution of Twitter discourse. After all, Facebook is rapidly losing its popularity with the idiots out there, and those idiots have to go somewhere on the Internet. Of late they've picked Twitter. And I'm now to the point where I think you should have to pass a basic intelligence test to be allowed to Tweet. 

Recently, the number of people on Twitter who go after wives and kids is downright scary. 

Hell, even the mob leaves families alone.

But some on Twitter have a moral code that would even make mob bosses blush.  

Yesterday @julianbucio, a University of Tennessee fan who happens to be one of 100 or so people I have ever blocked on Twitter because he sent me similar messages attacking my family, Tweeted this to Coach Hand, "dude I think your wife is f---ing someone while you coach your pathetic football team. #slut"

First thing's first: I am no longer Pregnant in a Sundress.  

At only 32 weeks gestation (8 weeks before her due date, for those not in the Baby Club yet), I had some pregnancy complications that forced an emergency c-section. So at 6:15 on October 24, my daughter Caroline was born. She spent 28 days in the NICU, but finally got to come home Sunday, November 20th. I certainly have a lot to be thankful for this year, since she is home just before Thanksgiving...and of course, the Iron Bowl. If you watched the ESPN special "Roll Tide War Eagle" a few weeks ago, you know that: 1) Harvey Updyke is a complete idiot 2) Callers on the Finebaum show are generally insane 3) The term "Outkicked Their Coverage" applied to every man shown with a woman in that documentary, and 4) Children living in the Heart of Dixie are forced to choose a side - either Alabama or Auburn - practically from birth.

Just after Les Miles kicked a field goal to go up 41-17 -- LSU had outscored Arkansas 41-3 since going down 14-0 -- CBS cameras caught Bobby Petrino pointing to Les Miles and sending a not so subtle message about what he thought of Miles's game management.

I'm no professional lipreader but Petrino appears to say,

"F--- you, motherf-----."

The final score meant that LSU beat Arkansas by the same margin, 24, as Alabama.

It also guaranteed LSU a spot in the BCS title game no matter what happens against Georgia.

During halftime of our epic CBS drinking game that has me buzzing as I type this, I took a break from drinking. What did I hear? Tim Brando, Spencer Tillman, and Tony Barnhart all three discussing the impact that Oklahoma State plane crash deaths and Arkansas's player deaths might have on the BCS standings. 

Seriously. 

They all three debated this. 

No one said, "Hold on a second here, maybe we shouldn't call use deaths as an excuse for a football mulligan."

Watch for yourself. 

Now, back to the CBS drinking game that has thousands of you approaching wasted.  

The Game to Watch

Arkansas at LSU (1:30/CBS) –

The No. 3 Razorbacks head to Baton Rouge to take on the top-ranked Tigers in a nationally televised game that will determine who plays in the SEC and BCS title games. One of the nation's most prolific offenses will face a suffocating defense, and for only the second time ever the top three teams in the major polls all hail from the same conference -- in this case, the same division. Arkansas, who has emerged late in the season as a BCS darkhorse, has won three of the last four in the series, punching their ticket to the Sugar Bowl last year with a win in the "Battle for the Boot." Five of the past six games in the series were decided by five points or less, with the only larger margin coming in Arkansas' wild 31-23 win in Little Rock a year ago.

I know Ryan Tannehill's team just lost tonight, but some things are more important than winning football games. Like having smoking hot fiancees. Tonight, another kicker stole the glory, but for the rest of his life Ryan Tannehill will be in the outkick the coverage hall of fame. It may be a small consolation prize, but Tannehill clearly has a doctorate in kicking.

A&M, I'm not going to lie, I had my doubts about the quality of your women before tonight. And while judging an entire school on the hotness of the quarterback's girlfriend is fraught with peril, well, it's Thanksgiving so we'll all give you the benefit of the doubt. For tonight at least, you rose to SEC hotness levels. (Although an SEC team would have beaten Texas. Baby steps...)

I know it won't ease the pain of getting screwed on that lame personal foul -- or of the ESPN promo for the Longhorn Network right before the final kick, really? -- but here is Tannehill's fiancee Lauren Ufer.

Too bad she didn't streak before that final kick. I bet it would have worked a lot better than icing.

Raise your hand if you're going to need alcohol to make it through your Thanksgiving weekend. (Hand raised). I'm headed up to Lexington, Kentucky today where my two hellion boys under the age of three will be melded with my twin 1.5 year old nephews. Yeah, four mobile boys under the age of three? It's like a symphony of squeals, a cacophony of cries. This is no exaggeration -- every waking moment will be filled with loud yelping of some sort. It's like an infant version of D-Day. We're only spending one day storming the bluegrass of Lexington because any more time with four boys under the age of one qualifies for post-traumatic stress. 

"You're only staying one day?" my mom asked, disappointed, when I told her we were driving up and back quickly.  

She asked this because women are impervious to screaming children. It's innate, the same biological instinct that sees a window and thinks, "Good Lord, these windows need treatments." (Yes, we're doing window treatments again in my house. Silly me, I had no idea our windows were so sick. I'm contemplating hooking up an I.V. bag to one. Next time she mentions treatment, I'll say, "No worries, got it covered. I've got some saline dripping on the downstairs windows.) Men, sadly, are not immune to screaming children. My dad, the most optimistic man on the face of the Earth, took one look at last year's quad-infant Christmas melee and said, "It's only going to be worse next year."

Our boy Vinnie Verno is back with early picks this week to get you ready for Thanksgiving. What did Bobby Petrino do to get his team ready for LSU? Did he blare music? Nope, he had them practice with the scent of corndogs emanating across the Razorback practice field.

And in the final Texas-Texas A&M game?

Vinnie Verno sees a massacre coming. How much so? Yep, he bet the baby.

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And now, on to Vinnie.

UT fans are finally starting to realize that going 152-52 at Tennessee isn't that easy. Remember back in the day when we used to bitch and moan about Citrus Bowl trips? Times have changed.

But I have to admit, I didn't see this Outkast spoof, "Sorry Phil Fulmer," coming.

Enjoy.

This took a hell of a lot of effort and is really well done. Vol fans can bump this at the second consecutive Music City Bowl tailgate.

One of the great flaws of college football is that perception often governs reality. That is, what we think about teams often dictates what they're capable of actually doing. In no other sport does our collective wisdom -- or lack thereof -- matter as much in truly determining a champion. Every other sport settles its champion on the field, court, or rink. Not college football. We decide who we think should play and then let those teams play for the title. So our lazy biases truly matter when it comes to finding a football champion.

In particular, those biases often dictate outcomes. 

Which brings me to two biases that have gotten a ton of attention lately. Both are lazy.

First, the national consensus has been that Alabama and LSU shouldn't rematch because the 9-6 game was so boring. Seriously, that's an argument. One of the stupidest arguments that anyone of moderate intelligence could make, but an argument regardless.

Second, Arkansas is the red-headed stepchild of the SEC West's trio. Even ranked number three in the country, no one -- myself included -- has been willing to give the Razorbacks much of a shot at the national title. Even if, mind you, Arkansas wins at LSU. This got me wondering, what if Alabama was in Arkansas's cleats? Would the national opinion be so clear cut on the Razorbacks lack of realistic contention? 

Before we commence the Starting 11, let's all say goodbye to Larry Munson, one of the last, great voices of Southern football. There was a day and there was an age when SEC announcers brought games to people all over the Southland who didn't have the opportunity to watch the games live. These men were fearless, and they weren't afraid to offend, and they were probably broadcasting with a whiskey bottle under the desk. Above all else, they were characters who brought football to the masses and did it in an entertaining fashion.

Now most radio game announcers are bland, corporate accoutrements whose primary goal is not to offend sponsors.

You think Larry Munson cared about sponsors? Nowadays talking about St. Simon condos being destroyed would lead to a demand for an official apology from a sponsor. Back then? Not hardly.

One of the things we've lost as leagues like the SEC have become corporatized is announcers like Munson, men who reveled in the moment and weren't politically correct and didn't pretend to be something that they weren't. Men who never seemed to get over the childlike glee that this was real, this was what they did for a living -- sit in the best seats in a football stadium and get to describe what they saw.