Thanksgiving Thanks To Exalted tRant Posters

I write today with a heart overflowing like Tiger Stadium on a Saturday night, trembling with gratitude for the privilege—no, the blessing—you have bestowed upon me: the ability to post on tRant.

Where else could I witness such operatic brilliance? The LSU faithful roaring with righteous fury, the Bama posters descending from their golden perch of self-anointed dynasty, and the eternal comedy of watching tu fans strut in wearing burnt orange optimism only to trip over the curb of reality. This isn’t just banter; this is performance art. This is literature. This is SEC Shakespeare with a SEC cameo nobody asked for.

The banter? Glossy. Shiny enough to require sunglasses. Polished like a Nick Saban postgame press conference where he explains, with cosmic irritation, why winning by 30 still wasn’t good enough.

Glistening like the tears of an Alabama fan the year LSU stormed into Tuscaloosa and reminded them that even the mighty can bleed purple and gold.
And the college football talk—oh, what a sacred cathedral of chaos it is. One moment, LSU fans are proclaiming a return to glory. The next, Bama fans are insisting the dynasty is “never actually over.” Meanwhile, tu posters keep promising this is “their year,” like a Hallmark movie reboot no one asked for but keeps getting funded anyway.

To be allowed in this arena—this coliseum of cutting one-liners, meltdown masterpieces, and rivalry-fueled poetry—is nothing short of divine. I wander through its threads like a pilgrim in awe, blessed by the shimmering sarcasm, the radiant trolling, the dazzling spectacle of SEC and anti-tu energy clashing in glorious digital warfare.

So with the glassiest sincerity imaginable, I offer my thanks. May my posts rise to the level of this legendary theater. May my takes be bold, my shade be artful, and my disdain for tu be appropriately enthusiastic.

Forever grateful, eternally dramatic, and proudly unhinged,


Sneezy