<div>You know, the old geezer with the white beard that dresses up for every rebel home game. Maybe I was around a bunch of state fans, but the mere sight of that poor man changes grown men into monsters. That parade is the one time that Jackson comes alive. It's the one time that State and Ole Miss fans can party and get along without talking too much about our differences. Then that man drove by and reminded everyone that the middle finger and a wish to "rot in hell" is the appropriate way to greet our friends up north.</div><div>
</div><div>That parade also reminded me that Jello shots are still a bad decision.</div><div>
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</div><div>That parade also reminded me that Jello shots are still a bad decision.</div><div>
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