Ole Miss vs Arkansas

The year is 1820, and you are traveling west to make a living for you and your family. It's early September, there is a slight northerly wind, but it's quite pleasant outside. You notice hardwoods abound, as does the wildlife, which is varied and easy to hunt with your gun. Alas, trouble presents itself. A large, imposing, and raging river looms, flowing as a wraith amidst a smoke plume. You realize this is no aquatic foe with which you should entreat your livestock, so you decide you will stay where you are at and become a Mississippian, a family of rich soil and flowing, cool waters. But some people thought it wise to stick a toe, then a foot, then their valuables, into that badass river. They lost both mules, their gun, and narrowly escaped with family intact. Then, they ran into a spine of mountains, with rocky soil, fanged winters, and impassible veins of roads. These same people, fate, health, common sense be damned, became Arkansans(?), and today proudly don a plastic version of a razorback (which is a nuisance species,) quite proudly on their heads. The pragmatic Mississippian ancestors regale one another of varying tales while enjoying the finest of Scotland and Kentucky's whiskey. We laugh, not because we are necessarily smarter, or even a more pleasant breed with which one could share company...but our fore fathers probably were.
enjoy the game this weekend. Its for next to last place. ~sigh~