re: Iron Bowl is biggest rivalry in the South?

best thing EVER to come out of Ole Miss was Coach Orgerons weekly blog "Wednesdays with Ed". Check out his last entry when he learned of his fate:

Wednesdays With Ed final days

It’s starting to get a little cold in this damn office since they had the electricity turned off.
But BY GOD I ain’t leaving.
It has been 16 days now since our damn athletic directors and a couple of boys from the Board of Trustees and two or three sheriff’s deputies and some old boy from the Memphis Zoo with a tranquilizer dart gun stopped by MY OFFICE to tell me – Coach O – that I had been fired.
“No I ain’t,” I said, figuring that ended the negotiations.
“Yes, you have, Coach,” said one of the deputies. So I gave him a spinning back-kick to the temple WHICH IS WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE TO THE DAMN REPLAY OFFICIAL IN THE DAMN ALABAMA GAME and that took him out of the negotiations. The rest of the administration delegation decided that it would be best to handle the rest of the negotiations by telephone but since I ripped the damn phone out of the wall as they were leaving, I haven’t heard from them since.
So me, Mrs. O, Uncle Huey P. Long Orgeron and a couple of our assistants who will lose their parole if they don’t have a job are running things the best we can. We are still recruiting, even though we are barricaded up here on the third floor. I can still see folks walking by and if they can walk pretty fast than I holler out and offer them a BY-GOD Ole Miss scholarship. Got three commitments yesterday, which gives us 112. That is a damn good thing because in the wake of LOSING to a pack of no-good STARKVILLERS I subsequently DISMISSED every HOTTY-TODDY GAWD ALMIGHTY football player on our damn team. And, just to answer any stupid-arse questions about whether I kicked all 85 of their STARKVILLE LOSING ASSES before I dismissed them, or after, the answer is that I BY-GOD did both.
So we got back to Oxford, dragged some junk cars out of the yard, set ‘em up outside the doors of the football complex and we’ve been holding out ever since. Fortunately, Mrs. O was smart enough to stock up on groceries when she saw that STINKING STARKVILLER run that punt back in the fourth quarter. She’s made her special armadillo gumbo in a couple of 100-gallon oil drums that we’ve got over an open flame in what used to be the film room, and it has been extra good since the Oxford Police Department tried to chase us out with some canisters of pepper spray a few days ago. That stuff might work on some people but it’s just another condiment to us Cajuns.
So here I sit. And I have seen some interesting things. I’ve seen Tommy Tuberville come by and ask if he can have his old job back if they will just pay his $6 MILLION BUYOUT which is about 15 times the gross national product of Auburn. I’ve seen Les Miles come by with the SEC Championship Trophy because Les isn’t too good with directions and wound up in Oxford and then he asked me if I had seen any Wolverines around here, to which I replied “one or two, but they went straight into Mrs. O’s gumbo,” which made Les sad.
And I keep seeing that goofy-arse Houston Nutt driving around and around the parking lot in his Ole Miss official loaner car which is a very nice 1989 Chevrolet Cavalier, but every time he tries to park that sumbitch in MY DAMN PARKING PLACE, little Tojo Yamamoteaux Orgeron nails him with a good-sized rock. So Houston just drives in circles and sends text messages all day. And he better get used to it, because I AIN”T LEAVING. Not until I have completed my mission of returning Ole Miss to its rightful and traditional position of being tied for fourth in the BY-GOD SEC WESTERN DIVISION at least ONCE every three years. I intend to stand on the roof of this damn athletic complex and COACH FROM HERE if I have to. I assume the team can hear me yelling over at the stadium and, hell, even if they can’t, it won’t make much difference in terms of our play calling.
So I am still recruiting. I am still studying film, although we don’t have any electricity or projectors. What we do is have Uncle Huey simulating the opposing team’s formations by holding his fingers in the candlelight (I always told him that having 11 fingers would come in handy) and making shadows on the wall. Or the boys do an interpretative puppet show of the damn LAST PLAY of the Alabama game and it is DAMN CLEAR that the Ole Miss puppet NEVER STEPS OUT OF BOUNDS and then we all set fire to the replay-official puppet and toast some frozen mullet nuggets on a stick and drink beverages provided by Jerrell Powe, who still can't read but drives a beer truck pretty damn well which should in my opinion MAKE HIM ELIGIBLE FOR FOOTBALL since it is not easy to drive a beer truck. And if we have Jerrell and 122 new recruits...
Hell, I can’t wait for spring training.