Oxford resurrected Kiffin from the dead y'all.
Oxford rebuilt you Lane
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Oxford resurrected Kiffin from the dead y'all.
He/She/It left out:
“They can offer you a national championship. Oxford cannot.”
“They can offer you a national championship. Oxford cannot.”
The Oxford KLAN is going to be very entertaining for the next week
they are in utter desperation. Hey any of you lurking Rebs, have some self respect and quit begging. The lane train has departed.
“I’m just a town standing in front of a coach with a battered reputation, burned bridges, and a personal life desperately in need of a reset asking him to love her.”
We love you Lane. Please respond by November 29th. Please.
Worth duPerier…Professional Pickleball Instructor.
I’m saving your AI images so when my Northern Miss friends troll me on Friday after they name the score against the fightin‘ Libbies
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Stereotype Accuracy: Of course that's the actual name of an Ole Miss fan who would write something so cringey and let everyone know. Surprised he left off his DUPR
If I get a cat, I'm naming him Worth DuPerier.
"Worth DuPerier, why don't you answer when I call your name? Why do you ignore me when I walk in the door? I gave you shelter. I gave you a home and some cat toys and a carpet covered perch to sit and sleep on. And yet you treat me disrespectfully and scratch up my couch and drag your butt across the floor sometimes and puke hairballs that I clean up."
"Worth DuPerier, why don't you answer when I call your name? Why do you ignore me when I walk in the door? I gave you shelter. I gave you a home and some cat toys and a carpet covered perch to sit and sleep on. And yet you treat me disrespectfully and scratch up my couch and drag your butt across the floor sometimes and puke hairballs that I clean up."
ChatGPT write a plea to remain in Oxford to Lane Kiffen that is narcissistic, egomaniacal, manipulative and pathetic simultaneously, in the style of a deluded Ole Miss fan.
Lane, your years in Oxford have shaped a narrative nobody asked for — but Ole Miss wrote anyway.
When you first stepped off that jet in Oxford, you weren’t “Lane 2.0.” You were just a man looking for cell service, a gas station, a blonde, and a reason why everybody kept calling a grove of trees “historic.”
Most programs wouldn’t have rolled the dice on you. Ole Miss did — mostly because they roll dice on everything, including defensive play-calling and pastel outfit decisions.
Oxford gave you space to breathe. Mostly because there’s nothing else to do. They gave you trust you hadn’t earned yet, plus a parade every time you won by three against Vandy.
Your priorities shifted. Your life quieted down. And for the first time in years, you found something rare in your world:
A place where a 9-3 season is treated like the Second Coming.
Somewhere in all of that, Ole Miss reshaped you. Not the SEC. Not the money. Just the town that thinks “culture” is putting bow ties on toddlers and wearing pants the color of tropical birds.
Oxford rebuilt you — mostly because you can’t leave town without passing seven construction detours and a guy selling Hotty Toddy decals out of a folding chair.
And now you’ve said it yourself:
You need Oxford more than Oxford needs you. Which is wild, because Oxford needs everybody.Especially plumbers. And defensive linemen. And 20 something girlfriends.
Because the version of you the nation celebrates — calmer, grounded, more self-aware — didn’t exist before Ole Miss.
He was forged in a place where brunch is a sport, where the stadium noise peaks at “politely enthusiastic,” and where the bar closes only when someone’s cousin proposes in the corner.
Yes, other programs with bigger wallets will come calling. They have Wi-Fi, too.
And airports. Real ones.
But here’s the truth:
They can match the money. They can surpass the facilities. They can even upgrade the mascot from “black bear no one asked for” to literally anything else.
But they can never replace one thing Ole Miss uniquely provides:
A fanbase that will swear you invented football because you beat LSU one time.
So remember:
Oxford didn’t just give you a job. Oxford gave you… well, a place. A nice place.
A confusing cringe southern place. A place where Easter shorts never died and every building looks like it’s majoring in Southern Studies and MRS degrees.
You rebuilt Ole Miss football — absolutely.
But let’s be honest:
You also rebuilt the only program in America still bragging about a mythical magazine national championship from the Eisenhower administration.
Hotty Toddy.
Go Rebs.
Bless our hearts and our land sharts.
With man love and eternal devotion,
Braxton Ford McThurston III
When you first stepped off that jet in Oxford, you weren’t “Lane 2.0.” You were just a man looking for cell service, a gas station, a blonde, and a reason why everybody kept calling a grove of trees “historic.”
Most programs wouldn’t have rolled the dice on you. Ole Miss did — mostly because they roll dice on everything, including defensive play-calling and pastel outfit decisions.
Oxford gave you space to breathe. Mostly because there’s nothing else to do. They gave you trust you hadn’t earned yet, plus a parade every time you won by three against Vandy.
Your priorities shifted. Your life quieted down. And for the first time in years, you found something rare in your world:
A place where a 9-3 season is treated like the Second Coming.
Somewhere in all of that, Ole Miss reshaped you. Not the SEC. Not the money. Just the town that thinks “culture” is putting bow ties on toddlers and wearing pants the color of tropical birds.
Oxford rebuilt you — mostly because you can’t leave town without passing seven construction detours and a guy selling Hotty Toddy decals out of a folding chair.
And now you’ve said it yourself:
You need Oxford more than Oxford needs you. Which is wild, because Oxford needs everybody.Especially plumbers. And defensive linemen. And 20 something girlfriends.
Because the version of you the nation celebrates — calmer, grounded, more self-aware — didn’t exist before Ole Miss.
He was forged in a place where brunch is a sport, where the stadium noise peaks at “politely enthusiastic,” and where the bar closes only when someone’s cousin proposes in the corner.
Yes, other programs with bigger wallets will come calling. They have Wi-Fi, too.
And airports. Real ones.
But here’s the truth:
They can match the money. They can surpass the facilities. They can even upgrade the mascot from “black bear no one asked for” to literally anything else.
But they can never replace one thing Ole Miss uniquely provides:
A fanbase that will swear you invented football because you beat LSU one time.
So remember:
Oxford didn’t just give you a job. Oxford gave you… well, a place. A nice place.
A confusing cringe southern place. A place where Easter shorts never died and every building looks like it’s majoring in Southern Studies and MRS degrees.
You rebuilt Ole Miss football — absolutely.
But let’s be honest:
You also rebuilt the only program in America still bragging about a mythical magazine national championship from the Eisenhower administration.
Hotty Toddy.
Go Rebs.
Bless our hearts and our land sharts.
With man love and eternal devotion,
Braxton Ford McThurston III
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God what a bunch of creepy creeps. They are just weird. There's no telling who's stalking Kiffin and his family.
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This is the weirdest shìt I’ve seen
Saw this from a 17n BAR last week. These people are getting crazy about a coach
Saw this from a 17n BAR last week. These people are getting crazy about a coach
I plan on penning a similar message to Lebby next year
TBH, Egg Bowl Week is off to a great start.
those memories may have faded, but I believe in this same stage with Dan, we were like, don't let the door it you in the *** on the way out?
Well, quite a few of us believed that Dan would never leave the program he'd built. Others had been on the "fire" train all along ever since he'd been trying to leave.
Just pathetic, some of these people need to find some meaning in their lives. good Lord
