Estelle Faulkner once famously commented on the strange quality light has in the Mississippi August. She was right. Sitting in a tent after the game, cup of whiskey in hand, one can’t help but marvel at the beauty of a late afternoon in the Grove. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s the joy of finally resting weary feet, or perhaps the joy of watching Ole Miss football with friends and family.

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