Lane Kiffin will wrestle a bear off its unicycle and feed it to The Orgeron with a side of edamame.
Or maybe he'll just get his assistants to rip their shirts off for a room full of recruits. I can't speak for kids these days, but the sight of a shirtless Monte Kiffin running around the room like some sort of geriatric berserker would not make me want to sign on the bottom line. But maybe I'm just not down with the kids like General Peachfuzz.
Until later, take heart in the fact that Kyle and I will not be disrobing in an attempt to generate more page views. Oh yeah, and . . .