PREGAME SPEECH! Ryan Lemond is 'MOTIV8D' to beat Ole Miss

Photo via Mario Maitland, Kentucky Sports Radio

You know it’s a good one when Twitter flags it with an “adult content” warning — maybe it was Ryan Lemond talking about Lane Kiffin smelling farts and stuffing socks down pants? Nah, it was definitely yet another shirtless finish that made social media scrollers have to click through to watch KSR’s official pregame speech ahead of Kentucky vs. Ole Miss at Country Boy Brewing.

Either way, if the goal is to motivate the Wildcats before taking on the Rebels, the lovable co-host did his job. I mean, you can’t get more motivated than the word “motivated” written all over your body, right?

In his first pregame speech in recent memory, Ryan Lemond checked all of the boxes and then some.

“You guys are all full of yourselves. 1-0, undefeated — whoopty-freaking-do! Who did you beat? Toledo? Toe-lead-oh? La-di-freaking-dah!” Ryan said in the pregame speech on KSR. “Who is in that other locker room? Lane Kiffin? I hate Lane Kiffin. I don’t like the way he talks, I don’t like the way he coaches, I don’t like the way he looks. It always looks like he just smelled a fart. Don’t smell farts! Don’t smell farts! Lane Kiffin is the guy in high school who would go to the dance and stick a roll of socks down his pants. No stuffed sucks! No stuffed socks!

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“We won this game last year, didn’t we? We did win this game. I’m sick and tired of people saying it was a fluke. I’m sick and tired of people saying we can’t win an SEC home game. I’m sick and tired of those people at KSR saying we’re only going to win four or five games. I’m sick and tired, I’m motivated and I’ve got a whole lot of money! Let’s go!”

Then came his big moment, again ripping his shirt off and being lifted up to the Country Boy ceiling with “MOTIV8D” written in Sharpie across his chest and down his arms. What more could you ever ask for?