I'll stop well short of the unbridled, world-filling arrogance of a Gator, but I think we have a very good shot at winning that game. There's an old saying that pride goes before a fall, and probably never in the history of collegiate sports has one team, from its coach to its fanbase to its players, been so tremendously, ragingly overconfident as UF is right now, about that fateful game on 9/19. If we were fielding Grandma Jones' church-league strike team, it would be one thing, but we happen to have some pretty decent athletes, and no one ever would have dreamed of Ole Miss slaying the dragon before it happened, and, well, it's just time for the Tebow dream to come crashing back to earth a little bit, if you ask me.
I'm giving it about thirty minutes before some buffoon Gator comes on here to brandish his incredible third-grade intelligence with some witty repartee, so I'll help you out and save you the trouble, turd nation:
"In your dreams!"
"You wish"
Or perhaps, "Kiffen(sic) is a tool."
There. You don't have to work up a sweat trolling and can go back to your nightly five-finger party.