There’s no accounting for taste. Or: as usual, it all hinges on me.

Or: how the hell did I get mixed up with all these Alabamians?

Alabamites? Alabamawhamadingdongs?

Carol of No Sheeples Here has a simple Christmas wish – the stuff Hollywood tear-jerkers are made of:

Robert Stacy McCain of The Other McCain has press credentials and has launched a campaign asking readers to hit his tip jar so he can “see the game in person”. Since I able to pay my own way to Pasadena, but the tickets have been sold out forever, I need a little help from Stacy.

All I want for Christmas is to see my beloved Alabama Crimson Tide beat the cow poop out of the Texas Longhorns. The “Bear” would want that for me. In fact, I’ve advised Stacy that Coach Bryant would command it.

To that end, I am launching my own campaign to have his readers and my own dear, sweet, loyal and extremely helpful readers pester him to take me along to see the football game of the century.

First of all, the 2007 Fiesta Bowl – Boise St. vs. Oklahoma – was “the football game of the century…” so far. Pre-declared “games of the century” tend to not be worth the electrons spent drooling over them.

Second of all, Stacy McCain has set some pretty tough conditions for fulfilling Carol’s fondest wish:

As to your assertion that “the Bear commands” me to take you to Pasadena that depends on:

1. Every blogger obeying the Bear’s command to link this post;

Quick question: that link leads to a post of Stacy’s, which links back to a different post of mine, which in turn links to the same post of Stacy’s. Am I risking some kind of blogging feedback loop, here?

More:

2. Readers obeying the Bear’s command to hit my tip jar;
3. My wife not killing me; and
4. The TrogloPundit ending his vicious campaign of cheesehead rumor mongering.

—RSM

Phew. Sure glad he isn’t Santa Claus.

For the record, there was never any “vicious” campaign of rumor mongering. I am a kind, generous TrogloPundit. Peace-loving. I would never, ever do anything of the kind, and I’m sure it’s just the pain from those boils from Stacy’s wilder college days flaring up again that is causing him to make such a horribly unfair accusation.

However, in the interest of keeping Carol happy, since she’s going to PhotoShop my face onto this picture…

…glowing eyes and everything, I will promise not to begin a “vicious campaign of cheesehead rumor mongering,” and I’ll hope that this will be enough.

That “wife not killing” him thing, though, that I can’t help with.