Bolden stopped for loss twice, and Rebels face fourth-and-long. Pass to McCluster is broken up by Augusta.

Rebels punt on fourth-and-15.

SC begins from its 5. 38 yards on the punt, which bounced at the goal and went back into the field of play.

Attendance has been announced at 54,628.

Greg Hardy is in the game now on second-and-9 from the 6. He hasn’t played nearly as much as he did against Florida.

Pass to McKinley moves the ball to the 18.

Gamecocks are at the 34 now. Peria Jerry just limped off the field.

Smelley isn’t making many mistakes.

Screen to Brown gains 14. Mouzon took a terrible angle on the play. Gamecocks at the 50.

South Carolina has just called time out. Players went to the line looking confused, which is something they haven’t looked much during this game.

There’s 10:24 left, and Carolina has a first down at the Ole Miss 42.

Davis up middle for 12, they’re at the 30.

Smelley to McKinley inside the 5. Green covering, a 27-yard gain.

Third-and-goal from the 4. Carolina has gotten it done on big third downs more than once.

Smelley finds Hills alone in back of end zone.

It’s a 10-point game, 31-21, with 8:37 left.

Drive took 4:39 off the clock and went 95 yards in 11 plays.

Kick goes to end zone, and Wallace returns to 25.

Third-and-4 from the 31 after an incomplete pass and a 6-yard scramble.

Shovel pass to Bolden gains only 3.

Rebels are going for it. Fourth-and-1 and Snead hits McCluster for a short gain. First down. Clock stops at 6:50.

Pass to Wallace to the 49. First down.

Third-and-3 from SC 44. Bolden draw for the first.

Hodge just had a step on the defender but didn’t make the catch. Hard to tell if Stewart, the free safety, tipped it.

Clock is stopped with 5:08 after Augusta put a monster hit on Breaux. Houston is not going to challenge it, but it appeared Breaux may have made the catch, before Augusta knocked it out of bounds.

Pass to Hodge gets the ball to the 28, where it’s second down after an incompletion.

A lateral to Hodge loses a yard. Rebels call time out with 4:30 left. Third-and-10 at the 28.

Beaux gets to the 20. It’s fourth-and-1.

Shene will try a 37-yard field goal, and I’ll leave it with you after this kick. 4:04 on the clock.

Shene is good.

SC 31, Ole Miss 24


28 Responses to “FOURTH QUARTER”

  1. Jimmy Barbee Says:

    Well! I guess SC must have made that 4-1 , game over and everyone gone home.

  2. RebelGiant Says:

    No they didn’t make it.

    Rebs took over, and a few plays later Snead throws the int. GAME OVER!

  3. m4rebs Says:

    Disappointing, expected, yet still very disappointing. PA, that’s 3 games to the bad for McCluster, 1 to the good. Still think we are better off in the end????? Turnovers again kill us. We give up AT LEAST a 14 point swing on 2 turnovers, 1 of which they score a TD on. The other HUGE play that didn’t seem big at the time, was the over-turned completion on 3rd down that USC got the benefit on. What happened to home cooking???? Our kitchen is NEVER open!!!!

  4. farley662 Says:

    Had a good time today. Was disappointed in the outcome. Was also disappointed that with 8:37 left in the 4th, at least 1,000 OM fans headed for the exits. The atmosphere was really good today. Most of the crowd was electric all day long.

    For the amount of SC fans they had, they were really loud. I did notice they have some bad fans. Saw a few giving people the middle finger, cursing, and making lewd comments and gestures. Had a few of them on Old Taylor Rd waiving a SC flag and yelling at cars as they went by. Not a gracious winner at all.

    I thought this was one of the better called games I’ve seen in awhile. Did think they were too trigger happy with the pass interference calls today.

    You could definitely see the momentum switch on the two big TO’s. The sideline seemed deflated both times. It took a series or two for the team to get clicking again. The D line looked wonderful at times today. I was impressed with Ashlee Palmer. Was disappointed that some of the team didn’t stay for the postgame prayer.

  5. djrebel Says:

    Matt, I still think McCluster is a risk-and-reward type guy. He does things for your offense that wouldn’t get done without him. I don’t think you can take that away from your offense. You hope you can get him to the point where he holds the ball better. He made some really tough plays today. Maybe you could involve Lionel Breaux more and try to send a message about ball protection.

    Farley, glad you guys had a good day. We had the kids at this game and did some tailgating before. It was an absolutely perfect weather day.

    — PA

  6. Jimmy Barbee Says:

    Well Farley hope you did not return that friendly jester to the SC fans by extending you middle finger. M4 in all his disappointment, this could be expected. The Tide looks like the next one on the list. Rebs could do to them as they did to the Gators. Who knows, this Reb team is a surprising one. Game by game. I believe if the defense can keep the Tide under 31 points, the Rebs will win. I have been with them for many, many years and will stay with them come hell or high waters. GO REBS!!!

  7. m4rebs Says:

    PA – is it just me or does it seem like our coaching staff is getting out-coached in the 2nd half? It seems like we start off with a bang, but then by the 3rd Qtr. we get figured out and aren’t near as effective. That 95-yard drive by them showed that we didn’t make an adjustments to what they were doing. We made Smelley look like an All-American. He only made 1 bad throw the whole game. Anyone watching the PPV see the replay on the catch on 3rd down that was ruled incomplete, then a catch? What happen to irrefutable evidence????

  8. m4rebs Says:

    No one is saying I’m not with them, I promise you, I’m with them, it just sucks to gift-wrap games time and time again. It is just frustrating to out-play the opponent week after week and end up on the short-end of the scoreboard. After the 1st Qtr, it felt like we should mop the field with them, but then, the coaching staff on the White sideline made some adjustments and just flat beat our behind.

  9. m4rebs Says:

    Just watched the Replay on ESPN360; not sure what Sneed was doing on the last drive. Seemed out of whack from the first snap of that last drive. Had a shot to bring us back, just zeroed in on the primary target too long. Are we ever going to get over the hump???

  10. bigdraws Says:

    Matt, calm down brotha. It’s only Nutt’s first year, and sneed is only a sophmore i believe. Yall will be fine.

  11. bhamrebel Says:

    When the play was ruled an incompletion, I said “I hope that doesn’t get reviewed, because it was a catch.” Not that that helps your opinion, but that’s what I saw, and I saw what I thought I saw on the review.
    But, you’re right, the bottom line is if we don’t turn the ball over, we win the game. I’m also with you on McCluster. It is very legitimate to question whether he is worth the risk.
    And I’m also with you that we flat get out coached most of the time! After a dominating first quarter won by a full throttle offense, we began running up the middle on first down every series out of a single back formation. In the first quarter we passed a lot on first down, ran on second and third, and brought in the Wild Rebel as a change of pace/knockout punch. Why we got away from that, I don’t know. As far as our defense, we never looked really good to me.
    Also, if the Wild Rebel is abandoned when it is crunch time, then we need to be running more of whatever we are planning to run at crunch time all of the time. I know many will disagree, but this package should not rival our base offense with Snead as a passer if we hope to build any consistency. If we can’t live with Snead running the offense, then we shouldn’t be dying with him at the wheel–that’s just foolish and does nothing for his development and the FUTURE of our program. Look what the Wild Hog did for the development of the Razorback program–more like the Wild Mess! To me, we look like a knuckleballer or a screw ball pitcher–brilliant sometimes, often loved by the masses for novelty, but generally unreliable and always potentially terrible. We need a fastball, and it’s not McCluster.

  12. waboreb Says:


    I honestly could not have said it better myself! There just isn’t any consistency in the offense, and until there is when won’t be winning games on a regular basis.

    By the way-what the hell happened to our defense in the second half??

  13. rebfan06 Says:

    Look man Dex is the best player we got on offense and I dont see anyone else diving and laying out across the middle like he does so much. He keeps the chains moving and is a very tough guy.

  14. oxfordrebel Says:


    1) Don’t ditch Dex. He’s worth the risk

    2) Our defense sucked big time, and I don’t know why. Sounded like we didn’t bring as much pressure than we did against Florida

    3) We should be 6-0 right now, and I know that there are dozens of other teams that are saying that, but we virtually gift wrap wins for people.

    4) Jevan Snead is a bigger risk than DMc. He single handidly lost us 2 out of 3 losses.

    5) I didn’t here GH’s name called much on the radio. That’s scary.

    6) Our secondary is probably the worst in the conference.

    7) Where was our D-line? We shoulda ate Smelley for lunch, but could do nothing in the second half

    8) I think we had the big head going into the game, and that’s NEVER a good thing

    9) I still think a winning season can be had. We must beat Auburn now though, or we’ll have no chance of a bowl game.

    10) Nutt’s worst play calling is still better that Orgeron’s best. Always remember that before criticizing the current staff.

    11) Again, why couldn’t we slow down their typically lathargic offense???

    12) The pain of being an Ole Miss fan rang true again today. However you wanna spin it guys, this is who we’re on board with. Different coach, different players, same outcome.

  15. djrebel Says:

    I did think the Ole Miss staff did not successfully counter South Carolina’s adjustments. Gamecocks figured out the Wild Rebel, and things got tougher. They did something to protect Smelley better in the second half.

    That wasn’t the case at Florida, where the Ole Miss staff made some nice adjustments like zeroing in on the cornerback who was biting up hard on the out route and executing the Wild Rebel better in the second half.

    — PA

  16. m4rebs Says:

    I agree we are better off with Nutt than Orgeron, that has never been a question and I’ve posted here MULTIPLE times this year that we are a much better prepared team versus the last 3 years.
    The McCluster comment/question is simply based on the facts. He has been responsible for turnovers in all 3 losses in critical times that have directly lead to points for the other team – remember, all three losses have been less than or equal to 7 points each.
    That reviewed catch on the sideline was a bang-bang play and I just find it hard to believe a guy can stab the ball with 1 hand and have legitimate possession while going out-of-bounds. I didn’t see it on the replay, so I’ll take your word it was a catch BHAM – thanks for the comments.
    We knew the secondary was our weakness, this is just the first team to really exploit it like they did. You don’t take 2 proven producers on offense and convert them to Defensive Backs when you feel good about your secondary. I think USC did do something different things on how they blocked us in the 2nd half, but Smelley was getting rid of the ball a lot quicker than he was in the 1st half.
    The last point that we CAN’T forget, THIS IS THE SEC. We can’t turn the ball over and expect to WIN, EVER. If we lose the Turnover battle, we WILL lose on the scoreboard. I don’t care what formation you line up in, if you protect the football in this conference and have BALANCE on running and passing the football, you will WIN in this league. We seem to have much more balance this year than we’ve had in the past, however, the turnovers are absolutely, positively KILLING us. We need to get to the root of the turnover problem and then we can start worrying about bowl games and winning seasons. Ya’ll may think I’m negative and retarded and all that crap, but I tell you this, if you look at our team Realistically and not through Red & Blue colored glasses, you may see things in a different light.

  17. paul kelly Says:

    with our running game sputtering like it is, i would like to see more of e. davis and thomas. i would like to see how they would do if we were to pitch the ball to them on a sweep and let them get to the corner. if they can’t get it done, i know mcghee can. i saw him do it in the spring game. he is being wasted on defense anyway.

  18. bhamrebel Says:

    Whether Snead or McCluster is the bigger risk is not really a debate worth hearing. Snead is the QUARTERBACK! You cannot play consistently at a high level without one. Did you ever feel like Eli was a liability early on–like he maybe tried to force some things? I’m sure you know that many of the Giant faithful and most of the media thought he was too much of a liability there as well.

    A young quarterback that turns the ball over is not an oddity. Snead is the man–he is the immediate future of this program, even if he just hands it off a lot and dinks and dunks it this year. By the way, we have not had a quarterback with as much legitimate potential as him in the modern era save Eli–and it is not an option to bench him EVER. If we run the Wild Rebel, he should be somewhere on the field.

    McCluster on the other hand is a RUNNING BACK/WR with fumbling problems. I mean, when you are running the ball (on purpose) against people trying to hit you–you have to HOLD IT! I am a huge fan of McCluster, and I fully agree that he adds an element to our offense that is desirable. I just think his touches should be in the single digits or low teens, and most should come from receiving. Does anyone seriously consider him “durable?”

    And M4, I agree with you that we can’t turn the ball over, and that’s really what I was saying–the formation has something to do with ball protection. If you’re running a formation with lots of motion and timing and deception–it should either be your base formation (i.e.-a running oriented Spread Offense), or one that you use very situationally (i.e. -a “Wild Card”). This is the only way a formation like this can be managed from a ball handling/turnover standpoint.

    Furthermore, the single wing (“Wild whatever”) is a formation with limited options. Fans of it would say that it has endless wrinkles, but that is a load of crap. It has enough wrinkles to make it a valid change of pace play call or situational formation. If this formation was better than the ones that have taken its place which feature a strong passer and bruising running backs, it wouldn’t have been ditched in the 40s or whenever it disappeared. I know that we are seeing it on ESPN from the Dolphins, and Arkansas ran it, and whatever–the bottom line is that it does not work as a base formation. Who has won an SEC championship running the single wing?

    Finally, I look at the team through some pretty critical glasses if you can’t tell, and the reason why it’s so frustrating is that we have more talent than I remember us having in quite a while–and we still find ways to give the ones we ought to win away. I really get the sense watching the games that we could be far less risky and more clock oriented on offense and still be explosive and dominant. However, as everyone sees, the secondary will be the achilles heel this year. If we don’t get serious pressure with our front four, it will not matter if we blitz linebackers, corners, safeties, play zone, man, cover shells or whatever–we will lose to good QBs. Hopefully Hardy will be 100% at T-town, because I’ll be watching it with the Bamers.

  19. bhamrebel Says:


    We need to start a campaign for CHANGE–we need shirts and caps and tire pressure gauges for every man woman and child. should be our homepage.

  20. bigdraws Says:

    The Odyssey

    By Homer

    Book I

    Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy. Many cities did he visit, and many were the nations with whose manners and customs he was acquainted; moreover he suffered much by sea while trying to save his own life and bring his men safely home; but do what he might he could not save his men, for they perished through their own sheer folly in eating the cattle of the Sun-god Hyperion; so the god prevented them from ever reaching home. Tell me, too, about all these things, O daughter of Jove, from whatsoever source you may know them.

    So now all who escaped death in battle or by shipwreck had got safely home except Ulysses, and he, though he was longing to return to his wife and country, was detained by the goddess Calypso, who had got him into a large cave and wanted to marry him. But as years went by, there came a time when the gods settled that he should go back to Ithaca; even then, however, when he was among his own people, his troubles were not yet over; nevertheless all the gods had now begun to pity him except Neptune, who still persecuted him without ceasing and would not let him get home.

    Now Neptune had gone off to the Ethiopians, who are at the world’s end, and lie in two halves, the one looking West and the other East. He had gone there to accept a hecatomb of sheep and oxen, and was enjoying himself at his festival; but the other gods met in the house of Olympian Jove, and the sire of gods and men spoke first. At that moment he was thinking of Aegisthus, who had been killed by Agamemnon’s son Orestes; so he said to the other gods:

    “See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly. Look at Aegisthus; he must needs make love to Agamemnon’s wife unrighteously and then kill Agamemnon, though he knew it would be the death of him; for I sent Mercury to warn him not to do either of these things, inasmuch as Orestes would be sure to take his revenge when he grew up and wanted to return home. Mercury told him this in all good will but he would not listen, and now he has paid for everything in full.”

    Then Minerva said, “Father, son of Saturn, King of kings, it served Aegisthus right, and so it would any one else who does as he did; but Aegisthus is neither here nor there; it is for Ulysses that my heart bleeds, when I think of his sufferings in that lonely sea-girt island, far away, poor man, from all his friends. It is an island covered with forest, in the very middle of the sea, and a goddess lives there, daughter of the magician Atlas, who looks after the bottom of the ocean, and carries the great columns that keep heaven and earth asunder. This daughter of Atlas has got hold of poor unhappy Ulysses, and keeps trying by every kind of blandishment to make him forget his home, so that he is tired of life, and thinks of nothing but how he may once more see the smoke of his own chimneys. You, sir, take no heed of this, and yet when Ulysses was before Troy did he not propitiate you with many a burnt sacrifice? Why then should you keep on being so angry with him?”

    And Jove said, “My child, what are you talking about? How can I forget Ulysses than whom there is no more capable man on earth, nor more liberal in his offerings to the immortal gods that live in heaven? Bear in mind, however, that Neptune is still furious with Ulysses for having blinded an eye of Polyphemus king of the Cyclopes. Polyphemus is son to Neptune by the nymph Thoosa, daughter to the sea-king Phorcys; therefore though he will not kill Ulysses outright, he torments him by preventing him from getting home. Still, let us lay our heads together and see how we can help him to return; Neptune will then be pacified, for if we are all of a mind he can hardly stand out against us.”

    And Minerva said, “Father, son of Saturn, King of kings, if, then, the gods now mean that Ulysses should get home, we should first send Mercury to the Ogygian island to tell Calypso that we have made up our minds and that he is to return. In the meantime I will go to Ithaca, to put heart into Ulysses’ son Telemachus; I will embolden him to call the Achaeans in assembly, and speak out to the suitors of his mother Penelope, who persist in eating up any number of his sheep and oxen; I will also conduct him to Sparta and to Pylos, to see if he can hear anything about the return of his dear father- for this will make people speak well of him.”

    So saying she bound on her glittering golden sandals, imperishable, with which she can fly like the wind over land or sea; she grasped the redoubtable bronze-shod spear, so stout and sturdy and strong, wherewith she quells the ranks of heroes who have displeased her, and down she darted from the topmost summits of Olympus, whereon forthwith she was in Ithaca, at the gateway of Ulysses’ house, disguised as a visitor, Mentes, chief of the Taphians, and she held a bronze spear in her hand. There she found the lordly suitors seated on hides of the oxen which they had killed and eaten, and playing draughts in front of the house. Men-servants and pages were bustling about to wait upon them, some mixing wine with water in the mixing-bowls, some cleaning down the tables with wet sponges and laying them out again, and some cutting up great quantities of meat.

    Telemachus saw her long before any one else did. He was sitting moodily among the suitors thinking about his brave father, and how he would send them flying out of the house, if he were to come to his own again and be honoured as in days gone by. Thus brooding as he sat among them, he caught sight of Minerva and went straight to the gate, for he was vexed that a stranger should be kept waiting for admittance. He took her right hand in his own, and bade her give him her spear. “Welcome,” said he, “to our house, and when you have partaken of food you shall tell us what you have come for.”

    He led the way as he spoke, and Minerva followed him. When they were within he took her spear and set it in the spear- stand against a strong bearing-post along with the many other spears of his unhappy father, and he conducted her to a richly decorated seat under which he threw a cloth of damask. There was a footstool also for her feet, and he set another seat near her for himself, away from the suitors, that she might not be annoyed while eating by their noise and insolence, and that he might ask her more freely about his father.

    A maid servant then brought them water in a beautiful golden ewer and poured it into a silver basin for them to wash their hands, and she drew a clean table beside them. An upper servant brought them bread, and offered them many good things of what there was in the house, the carver fetched them plates of all manner of meats and set cups of gold by their side, and a man-servant brought them wine and poured it out for them.

    Then the suitors came in and took their places on the benches and seats. Forthwith men servants poured water over their hands, maids went round with the bread-baskets, pages filled the mixing-bowls with wine and water, and they laid their hands upon the good things that were before them. As soon as they had had enough to eat and drink they wanted music and dancing, which are the crowning embellishments of a banquet, so a servant brought a lyre to Phemius, whom they compelled perforce to sing to them. As soon as he touched his lyre and began to sing Telemachus spoke low to Minerva, with his head close to hers that no man might hear.

    “I hope, sir,” said he, “that you will not be offended with what I am going to say. Singing comes cheap to those who do not pay for it, and all this is done at the cost of one whose bones lie rotting in some wilderness or grinding to powder in the surf. If these men were to see my father come back to Ithaca they would pray for longer legs rather than a longer purse, for money would not serve them; but he, alas, has fallen on an ill fate, and even when people do sometimes say that he is coming, we no longer heed them; we shall never see him again. And now, sir, tell me and tell me true, who you are and where you come from. Tell me of your town and parents, what manner of ship you came in, how your crew brought you to Ithaca, and of what nation they declared themselves to be- for you cannot have come by land. Tell me also truly, for I want to know, are you a stranger to this house, or have you been here in my father’s time? In the old days we had many visitors for my father went about much himself.”

    And Minerva answered, “I will tell you truly and particularly all about it. I am Mentes, son of Anchialus, and I am King of the Taphians. I have come here with my ship and crew, on a voyage to men of a foreign tongue being bound for Temesa with a cargo of iron, and I shall bring back copper. As for my ship, it lies over yonder off the open country away from the town, in the harbour Rheithron under the wooded mountain Neritum. Our fathers were friends before us, as old Laertes will tell you, if you will go and ask him. They say, however, that he never comes to town now, and lives by himself in the country, faring hardly, with an old woman to look after him and get his dinner for him, when he comes in tired from pottering about his vineyard. They told me your father was at home again, and that was why I came, but it seems the gods are still keeping him back, for he is not dead yet not on the mainland. It is more likely he is on some sea-girt island in mid ocean, or a prisoner among savages who are detaining him against his will I am no prophet, and know very little about omens, but I speak as it is borne in upon me from heaven, and assure you that he will not be away much longer; for he is a man of such resource that even though he were in chains of iron he would find some means of getting home again. But tell me, and tell me true, can Ulysses really have such a fine looking fellow for a son? You are indeed wonderfully like him about the head and eyes, for we were close friends before he set sail for Troy where the flower of all the Argives went also. Since that time we have never either of us seen the other.”

    “My mother,” answered Telemachus, tells me I am son to Ulysses, but it is a wise child that knows his own father. Would that I were son to one who had grown old upon his own estates, for, since you ask me, there is no more ill-starred man under heaven than he who they tell me is my father.”

    And Minerva said, “There is no fear of your race dying out yet, while Penelope has such a fine son as you are. But tell me, and tell me true, what is the meaning of all this feasting, and who are these people? What is it all about? Have you some banquet, or is there a wedding in the family- for no one seems to be bringing any provisions of his own? And the guests- how atrociously they are behaving; what riot they make over the whole house; it is enough to disgust any respectable person who comes near them.”

    “Sir,” said Telemachus, “as regards your question, so long as my father was here it was well with us and with the house, but the gods in their displeasure have willed it otherwise, and have hidden him away more closely than mortal man was ever yet hidden. I could have borne it better even though he were dead, if he had fallen with his men before Troy, or had died with friends around him when the days of his fighting were done; for then the Achaeans would have built a mound over his ashes, and I should myself have been heir to his renown; but now the storm-winds have spirited him away we know not wither; he is gone without leaving so much as a trace behind him, and I inherit nothing but dismay. Nor does the matter end simply with grief for the loss of my father; heaven has laid sorrows upon me of yet another kind; for the chiefs from all our islands, Dulichium, Same, and the woodland island of Zacynthus, as also all the principal men of Ithaca itself, are eating up my house under the pretext of paying their court to my mother, who will neither point blank say that she will not marry, nor yet bring matters to an end; so they are making havoc of my estate, and before long will do so also with myself.”

    “Is that so?” exclaimed Minerva, “then you do indeed want Ulysses home again. Give him his helmet, shield, and a couple lances, and if he is the man he was when I first knew him in our house, drinking and making merry, he would soon lay his hands about these rascally suitors, were he to stand once more upon his own threshold. He was then coming from Ephyra, where he had been to beg poison for his arrows from Ilus, son of Mermerus. Ilus feared the ever-living gods and would not give him any, but my father let him have some, for he was very fond of him. If Ulysses is the man he then was these suitors will have a short shrift and a sorry wedding.

    “But there! It rests with heaven to determine whether he is to return, and take his revenge in his own house or no; I would, however, urge you to set about trying to get rid of these suitors at once. Take my advice, call the Achaean heroes in assembly to-morrow -lay your case before them, and call heaven to bear you witness. Bid the suitors take themselves off, each to his own place, and if your mother’s mind is set on marrying again, let her go back to her father, who will find her a husband and provide her with all the marriage gifts that so dear a daughter may expect. As for yourself, let me prevail upon you to take the best ship you can get, with a crew of twenty men, and go in quest of your father who has so long been missing. Some one may tell you something, or (and people often hear things in this way) some heaven-sent message may direct you. First go to Pylos and ask Nestor; thence go on to Sparta and visit Menelaus, for he got home last of all the Achaeans; if you hear that your father is alive and on his way home, you can put up with the waste these suitors will make for yet another twelve months. If on the other hand you hear of his death, come home at once, celebrate his funeral rites with all due pomp, build a barrow to his memory, and make your mother marry again. Then, having done all this, think it well over in your mind how, by fair means or foul, you may kill these suitors in your own house. You are too old to plead infancy any longer; have you not heard how people are singing Orestes’ praises for having killed his father’s murderer Aegisthus? You are a fine, smart looking fellow; show your mettle, then, and make yourself a name in story. Now, however, I must go back to my ship and to my crew, who will be impatient if I keep them waiting longer; think the matter over for yourself, and remember what I have said to you.”

    “Sir,” answered Telemachus, “it has been very kind of you to talk to me in this way, as though I were your own son, and I will do all you tell me; I know you want to be getting on with your voyage, but stay a little longer till you have taken a bath and refreshed yourself. I will then give you a present, and you shall go on your way rejoicing; I will give you one of great beauty and value- a keepsake such as only dear friends give to one another.”

    Minerva answered, “Do not try to keep me, for I would be on my way at once. As for any present you may be disposed to make me, keep it till I come again, and I will take it home with me. You shall give me a very good one, and I will give you one of no less value in return.”

    With these words she flew away like a bird into the air, but she had given Telemachus courage, and had made him think more than ever about his father. He felt the change, wondered at it, and knew that the stranger had been a god, so he went straight to where the suitors were sitting.

    Phemius was still singing, and his hearers sat rapt in silence as he told the sad tale of the return from Troy, and the ills Minerva had laid upon the Achaeans. Penelope, daughter of Icarius, heard his song from her room upstairs, and came down by the great staircase, not alone, but attended by two of her handmaids. When she reached the suitors she stood by one of the bearing posts that supported the roof of the cloisters with a staid maiden on either side of her. She held a veil, moreover, before her face, and was weeping bitterly.

    “Phemius,” she cried, “you know many another feat of gods and heroes, such as poets love to celebrate. Sing the suitors some one of these, and let them drink their wine in silence, but cease this sad tale, for it breaks my sorrowful heart, and reminds me of my lost husband whom I mourn ever without ceasing, and whose name was great over all Hellas and middle Argos.”

    “Mother,” answered Telemachus, “let the bard sing what he has a mind to; bards do not make the ills they sing of; it is Jove, not they, who makes them, and who sends weal or woe upon mankind according to his own good pleasure. This fellow means no harm by singing the ill-fated return of the Danaans, for people always applaud the latest songs most warmly. Make up your mind to it and bear it; Ulysses is not the only man who never came back from Troy, but many another went down as well as he. Go, then, within the house and busy yourself with your daily duties, your loom, your distaff, and the ordering of your servants; for speech is man’s matter, and mine above all others- for it is I who am master here.”

    She went wondering back into the house, and laid her son’s saying in her heart. Then, going upstairs with her handmaids into her room, she mourned her dear husband till Minerva shed sweet sleep over her eyes. But the suitors were clamorous throughout the covered cloisters, and prayed each one that he might be her bed fellow.

    Then Telemachus spoke, “Shameless,” he cried, “and insolent suitors, let us feast at our pleasure now, and let there be no brawling, for it is a rare thing to hear a man with such a divine voice as Phemius has; but in the morning meet me in full assembly that I may give you formal notice to depart, and feast at one another’s houses, turn and turn about, at your own cost. If on the other hand you choose to persist in spunging upon one man, heaven help me, but Jove shall reckon with you in full, and when you fall in my father’s house there shall be no man to avenge you.”

    The suitors bit their lips as they heard him, and marvelled at the boldness of his speech. Then, Antinous, son of Eupeithes, said, “The gods seem to have given you lessons in bluster and tall talking; may Jove never grant you to be chief in Ithaca as your father was before you.”

    Telemachus answered, “Antinous, do not chide with me, but, god willing, I will be chief too if I can. Is this the worst fate you can think of for me? It is no bad thing to be a chief, for it brings both riches and honour. Still, now that Ulysses is dead there are many great men in Ithaca both old and young, and some other may take the lead among them; nevertheless I will be chief in my own house, and will rule those whom Ulysses has won for me.”

    Then Eurymachus, son of Polybus, answered, “It rests with heaven to decide who shall be chief among us, but you shall be master in your own house and over your own possessions; no one while there is a man in Ithaca shall do you violence nor rob you. And now, my good fellow, I want to know about this stranger. What country does he come from? Of what family is he, and where is his estate? Has he brought you news about the return of your father, or was he on business of his own? He seemed a well-to-do man, but he hurried off so suddenly that he was gone in a moment before we could get to know him.”

    “My father is dead and gone,” answered Telemachus, “and even if some rumour reaches me I put no more faith in it now. My mother does indeed sometimes send for a soothsayer and question him, but I give his prophecyings no heed. As for the stranger, he was Mentes, son of Anchialus, chief of the Taphians, an old friend of my father’s.” But in his heart he knew that it had been the goddess.

    The suitors then returned to their singing and dancing until the evening; but when night fell upon their pleasuring they went home to bed each in his own abode. Telemachus’s room was high up in a tower that looked on to the outer court; hither, then, he hied, brooding and full of thought. A good old woman, Euryclea, daughter of Ops, the son of Pisenor, went before him with a couple of blazing torches. Laertes had bought her with his own money when she was quite young; he gave the worth of twenty oxen for her, and shewed as much respect to her in his household as he did to his own wedded wife, but he did not take her to his bed for he feared his wife’s resentment. She it was who now lighted Telemachus to his room, and she loved him better than any of the other women in the house did, for she had nursed him when he was a baby. He opened the door of his bed room and sat down upon the bed; as he took off his shirt he gave it to the good old woman, who folded it tidily up, and hung it for him over a peg by his bed side, after which she went out, pulled the door to by a silver catch, and drew the bolt home by means of the strap. But Telemachus as he lay covered with a woollen fleece kept thinking all night through of his intended voyage of the counsel that Minerva had given him.

  21. m4rebs Says:

    bham – great post. I agree with you about 99.9% of the time. I wasn’t referring to your formation comments when I wrote about the holding on to the football. I was just stressing the importance of that fact. I also see that you look at this team through realistic views. It’s hard to find that when you are talking about the team you love. I’ve just come to the realization that we have traditionally not been able to stand prosperity, and from the looks of things, we never will.
    DRAWS – some of us like to read about Ole Miss sports, regardless of how long-winded it is. Your outake from the Odyssey albeit humorous, was a shallow shot at Ole Miss fans that have something worth discussing on our blog. Thanks for the waste of space…..

  22. bigdraws Says:

    You sure are ornery here lately Matt. It was just a joke. I’ve don’t it several times on the state blog too. Not a shot at the rebels I promise. To quote the sarge from the movie Stripes. “Lighten up Frances.”

  23. m4rebs Says:

    Frustration does that to a man. Sorry draws.

  24. bigdraws Says:

    You’re talking to a dawg fan bro. I’m am the very face of frustration, LOL!!

  25. bhamrebel Says:

    If you couldn’t already tell by the way I post, I’m an English major (Ole Miss ’04). Bring it on Draws . . . the more Homer the merrier. Wish I had time to read some State blogs so I could wax eloquently there too. But, alas . . . wife, kids, job, etc. only allow one passionate session per day.

    But occasionally, as in the post above, I am seduced by this siren of hope–by the possibility to say something that has yet to be said–though I know it surely must already have been said–yet, still the hope that, by my slightly different way of saying it, an ignorant person may be struck by the truth all at once and finally stop posting things that are annoying and less comprehensive, less thoughtful, than my Epic post-articles.

    And, M4, I didn’t think you disagreed with me so much as I just wanted to make the point again in a more in-depth way. And as far as our inability to stand prosperity that is right on point, and I think that commitment to an offensive and defensive system/identity (for at least more than four years) is absolutely key to achieving and being able to duplicate success. I know it is divisive, but Cutcliffe (for all his flaws) understood this well. Before I get hammered, let me just go ahead and say that I am one of the ones who think that Cut wanted to leave.

    Anyway–post on Homer.

  26. bigdraws Says:

    “the more Homer the merrier. ”


  27. OleBull Says:

    “the more Homer the merrier. ”

    luv dat

  28. bigdraws Says:

    Kinda like “more cowbell” with an Ole Miss zing to it.

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