I know I already put my “generic post” about Jack Cristil, but I this man’s voice has been too engraved in my head (as is a lot of people’s over the last 50+ years) to just glance over it. I remember listening to Jack on the pregame show on the way to Starkville and the closing of a game on the way home. I remember having all the family over to listen to Mississippi State play South Carolina, and us all gathering around the radio because the game wasn’t televised. Or maybe my fondest memory being the 2007 Egg Bowl. We left the stadium thinking the game was over and once we got in the car, we turned on the radio and heard “TOUCHDOWN BULLDOGS!” so we sprinted back to the stadium. These and so many other wonderful memories with my family (especially my dad) are linked to his voice. I’m thankful that he was part of my life in this oddly significant way (though he had no clue who I am), and glad he is now reunited with his wife up in heaven. Prayers are with his daughters, and may God welcome Jack Cristil into the land of milk and honey. Wrap it in maroon and white.