July is a difficult month for sports fans; everything is in its off-season except for baseball and (fortunately this year) the World Cup. The memes from the latter have been otherworldly and the smack talk global, but it’s rung hollow for Americans without a second nation for which to cheer. This summer has been far too...tame. I miss the sort of domestic in-fighting inherent in Southern college football; I miss the heat online matching or even surpassing the heat outside; I miss seeing angry, middle-aged, fake-macho Southern Twitter users run screaming headfirst into the STS Twitter mentions, only to get publicly owned so hard Karl Marx would blush.