We poached this beauty from EDSBS, who presumably, poached it from LSU Freek (yes, we intuited that from the top-right corner of the image).
Here in not-so-sunny-but-hotter-than-hell Gainesville, where the nearest beach of repute is 90 minutes away, we learned this week that Aly-Bammy is not the only SEC institution that intends to spend thousands of dollars to shamelessly aggrandize its gridiron heroes. Here’s what the local rag had to say:
The bronze statues of Steve Spurrier, Danny Wuerffel and Tim Tebow are to be placed on the west side of Ben Hill Griffin Stadium. The full board votes this afternoon on the project. The statues cost $550,000, which is being funded by private donations. Athletic Director Jeremy Foley said the statues will likely be installed after Jan. 1, allowing the former players being honored to be there for an unveiling of the statues.
For the SNL crew, the moral of the story is that there are some rich bastards out there who love them some Florida and Alabama football. Since we here at SNL are not among the hordes of loaded alums, the more important lessen to be distilled from this is that going to law school at UF is no harbinger of future riches. In fact, it will almost surely leave you under a heap of student loans with only marginal employment options. Start encouraging the MBA route mom and dad.
Irrespective, it is comforting to know that Alabama and Florida continue to whip’em out and see who’s is biggest even though we remain months away from a football game.
-So Sayeth the Shepherd
Housekeeping…before we get to the picks, let’s clear the air on a few things that have upset members of the Flock. Enough about Spikes! It was a chippy game, he’s a good guy, and really, the only reason to be upset is because Pope Urban caved to pressure from national toolbags like Lupica, and Mike Golic and suspended him. 
We’ll get to Forida-UGA, but mindful of the need to get our investments called in to the local vig before noon EST, we’re all business this a.m. 
Sorry for posting late, alzheimer’s walk (we miss you Dr. Robinson) and a trip to the “Super” Wal-Mart, which would be more “Super” if it weren’t frequented by (apparently) all of Gainesville’s indigent, smoking, tatt’d trailer park denizens, and their equal-but opposite in every way-counterparts (figure it out flock)-speaking of which, “Affliction Guy” is beginning to rival “Lift Kit” Guy for the biggest a**hole title. Nothing says badass like an Affliction Hoodie and a menthol.
