Describing the relationship between the William Monroe and Madison football teams as a simple rivalry doesn’t do justice to the circus that surrounds the event.

Don’t shoot the cougars. Not that there are any cougars in our neck of the woods — not officially, at least.

Next to the feed store at the corner of Church and Main, right near the Sheriff’s Office and catty-corner from the DMV, a faux brick walkway meanders through a small park with wrought iron arches sporting iron vines entwined to spell “Beasley Park.”