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Whether you agree with image of Colonel Reb being a racist figure or not, the concept of having a totally unrelated on field mascot is just stupid. I know. I know. Stanford has a tree for a mascot. That is gay too.
Personally I am rooting for Hotty and Toddy, the homosexual muppets. That should generate years of ridicule.
Personally I am rooting for Hotty and Toddy, the homosexual muppets. That should generate years of ridicule.
the skid mark of the sec!!!
the ole miss landsharts....leaving their mark on the sec for over 150 years!!!
the ole miss landsharts....leaving their mark on the sec for over 150 years!!!
Is that gay?
Yes I'm aware they have Aubbie or whatever as well. Seems like the concept has worked for bama as well.
Yes I'm aware they have Aubbie or whatever as well. Seems like the concept has worked for bama as well.
...Texas A&M-Collie...probably others that I can't remember. And this doesn't include animals that are part of the presentation of a school's separatemascot (Southern Cal, Oklahoma, Tennessee) and the opposite effect of anon-animal symbol (like Georgia Tech).
Go for a corporate sponsorship, specifically get Red Bull to sponsor them. This will work out beautifully for them. Why?
1) Red Bull and Ole Miss have the same colors
2) A ready-made mascot (though some could argue 'bull' is too close to 'bulldog') easily better than any of the others proposed (except maybe the bear)
3) If you say 'Red Bull' fast enough, it sounds just like 'Rebel'
It's at least not nearly as gay as most of the ideas proposed.
1) Red Bull and Ole Miss have the same colors
2) A ready-made mascot (though some could argue 'bull' is too close to 'bulldog') easily better than any of the others proposed (except maybe the bear)
3) If you say 'Red Bull' fast enough, it sounds just like 'Rebel'
It's at least not nearly as gay as most of the ideas proposed.
Now that would have been a Mississippi-relevant animal....err insect.
You could throw a bunch of boll weevil infested cotton out on the field and have your "workers" pick it up.
Man, that was my first attempt at a lame Ole Miss joke in a Looooooooooooooooong time. Fun stuff.
Edited to add: and yall could play the song Boll Weevil by the Presidents of the United States of America when the team comes out.
You could throw a bunch of boll weevil infested cotton out on the field and have your "workers" pick it up.
Man, that was my first attempt at a lame Ole Miss joke in a Looooooooooooooooong time. Fun stuff.
Edited to add: and yall could play the song Boll Weevil by the Presidents of the United States of America when the team comes out.
Another Lame one to follow that up:::: The Fighting Boll Weeviles!! That would be the ****... The Fighting Okra wouldn't have a damn thing on that!
what the hell are they gonna do about"Ole Miss" when it offends someone. These poor bastards are on the slippery slope known as political correctness and in the end they`ll be sorry they evergave an inch. Stay tuned....it won`t stop here.
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[quote]During this time period, the university became known as
Ole Miss," a moniker used by slaves to describe the wife of the plantation owner.[/quote]Book: The University of Mississippi: A Sesquicentennial History.
Excerpt: "The term "Ole Miss" was a title domestic slaves in the Old South used to distinguish the mistress of the plantation house from the young misses of the family."
Excerpt: "The term "Ole Miss" was a title domestic slaves in the Old South used to distinguish the mistress of the plantation house from the young misses of the family."
The New Yorker, Citizendia,
and in song:
<span style="font-weight: bold;">The Little Old Log Cabin </span><div class="entrybody"><div class="snap_preview">
m getting old and feeble now I
cannot work no more
Ive laid the rusty bladed hoe to rest
Ole massa, and ole miss’s am dead dey’re sleeping side by side
There spirits now are ravin with the blest
De Scene am changed about the place the darkies are all gone
I’ll neber hear dem singing in de cane
And Im de only one dats left with this old dog of mine
And de little old log cabin in de lane</p><p style="padding-left: 30px;">De chimneys fallin down and de roof am
cavin in
I ant got long around here to remain
But de angels watches ober me when I lay me down to sleep
In dat little ole log cabin in de lane</p>
It was a happy to me twas many years ago
When de darkies used to gather round de door
When de used to dance and sing at night I played the old banjo
But alas I cannot play it anymore
De hinges dy got rusted and de door has tumbled down
And de roof lets in the sunshine and de rain
And de only friend ive got now is this good old dog of mine
In de little ole log cabin in de lane</p>
De footpath now is covered o’er dat led us round de hill
And de fences are all going to decay
And de creek is all dried up where we used to go to mill
De time has turned its cause de odder way
But I an’t got long to stay here and what little time I got
I’ll try and be contented to remain
Till death shall call my dog and me to find a better home
Than dat little ole log cabin in de lane</p>
</p>
and slave narratives:</p><table cellpadding="2"><tbody><tr></tr><tr><td width="10%">
</td><td>
Ike Simpson</font></font></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><font face="Arial"><font face="Arial" size="3"><span class="body1">My name been <font color="#0000ff">Ike Simpson</font>
. I was born in Jasper County on the <font color="#0000ff">Simpson</font>
plantation, I reckon 'bout 90 years ago. My pappy was sold down de
ribber when I was still a little shirt-tail !#*@*+. (Dat what us calls
boys up to seven or eight 'cause they ain't wear nothin' but they
shirts, ceptin' on Sundays.) I was buyed an' brung up to be a carriage
boy. Ole Miss' pick me out
herself. </span></font></font></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>
and in song:
<span style="font-weight: bold;">The Little Old Log Cabin </span><div class="entrybody"><div class="snap_preview">
m getting old and feeble now I
cannot work no more
Ive laid the rusty bladed hoe to rest
Ole massa, and ole miss’s am dead dey’re sleeping side by side
There spirits now are ravin with the blest
De Scene am changed about the place the darkies are all gone
I’ll neber hear dem singing in de cane
And Im de only one dats left with this old dog of mine
And de little old log cabin in de lane</p><p style="padding-left: 30px;">De chimneys fallin down and de roof am
cavin in
I ant got long around here to remain
But de angels watches ober me when I lay me down to sleep
In dat little ole log cabin in de lane</p>
It was a happy to me twas many years ago
When de darkies used to gather round de door
When de used to dance and sing at night I played the old banjo
But alas I cannot play it anymore
De hinges dy got rusted and de door has tumbled down
And de roof lets in the sunshine and de rain
And de only friend ive got now is this good old dog of mine
In de little ole log cabin in de lane</p>
De footpath now is covered o’er dat led us round de hill
And de fences are all going to decay
And de creek is all dried up where we used to go to mill
De time has turned its cause de odder way
But I an’t got long to stay here and what little time I got
I’ll try and be contented to remain
Till death shall call my dog and me to find a better home
Than dat little ole log cabin in de lane</p>
</p>
and slave narratives:</p><table cellpadding="2"><tbody><tr></tr><tr><td width="10%">
</td><td>
<h3>
Texas Slave Narrative</h3>
<p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span class="body1"><font face="Arial"><span style=""></span><font color="#0000ff">Texas Slave Narrative</h3>
Ike Simpson</font></font></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><font face="Arial"><font face="Arial" size="3"><span class="body1">My name been <font color="#0000ff">Ike Simpson</font>
. I was born in Jasper County on the <font color="#0000ff">Simpson</font>
plantation, I reckon 'bout 90 years ago. My pappy was sold down de
ribber when I was still a little shirt-tail !#*@*+. (Dat what us calls
boys up to seven or eight 'cause they ain't wear nothin' but they
shirts, ceptin' on Sundays.) I was buyed an' brung up to be a carriage
boy. Ole Miss' pick me out
herself. </span></font></font></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>