I'll be honest with you . . . I've always thought the blogosphere's promotion of Lane Kiffin's "sexiest woman alive" candidacy is silly. If we're going to use the internet for sophomoric pranks (which I do not oppose in principle), we shouldn't do so in a way that calls attention to the self-promoting lounge singer of the college coaching fraternity. The guy obviously cares about nothing except getting his name on everyone's lips---certainly, he has shown an aptitude for absolutely nothing else in his adult life---so every vote for Coach Kiffin fils is a vote for boosting this goober's overinflated ego.
1. Go here.
2. Write in "Baby" by Justin Bieber.
3. Fill in information of some semi-credible manner.
4. WATCH AS AUBURN BECOMES THE MOST POPULAR TEAM WITH PANTING TWEENS EVER.
There are not words in the English language adequate to describe how much I love this idea. For the most part, this is a side effect of the fact that there are not words in the English language adequate to describe how much I hate Auburn. (I hate Auburn. See?)
They are our oldest rivals. They have opened the door. Walk on in, my friends.