Let's not overlook the fact that we owe Ole Miss and Nutt a bloody thrashing...

In 2007, Houston Nutt nearly derailed our NC season with a devastating triple-overtime home loss in the season finale.

In 2008, Nutt and Ole Miss humiliated us 31-13 in our own stadium.

In 2009, the Rebels won 25-23 in the wake of Miles' notorious Clock Debacle.

In 2010, the LSU defense allowed 36 points and 420 yards to an Ole Miss squad that entered the game with a record of 4-6. We needed a late fourth quarter TD by Ridley to secure victory.

For almost four years, we've had to endure the self-righteous taunts of smarmy Polo-worshipping, Sperry Topsider-sporting, Wayfarer-wearing James Spader clones who claim that "Houston Nutt has LSU's number."

No more.

This year's iteration of the Rebels is the worst in recent memory. They are atrocious. Putrid. An affront to football. A mockery. We need to not only beat them, but shame them into reconsidering the need for a football program in Oxford. I want to inflict post-traumatic stress disorder on an entire generation of young Ole Miss fans, so that they shudder and wet themselves whenever they encounter the color purple. Carnage and flashbacks. Thirty years from now, I want the prim Mississippi debutantes in their sleek black dresses to speak of this game in hushed voices, the way one might whisper of a horrendous natural disaster long past.

Nothing less than a 40 point pummeling will suffice. No fond farewells for Nutt. I want him to leave Oxford in a body bag.