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Wednesday, December 16, 2009 [new posts at the top]
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*** Dreaming of a Right Christmas:
— [JDH – 4:49 p.m.]
*** Morning twit fam: Marion Fannin is prepping for Tampa in his Diddy voice.
— [JDH – 9:00 a.m.]
*** Nothing to see here: I remember when S. College was Walmart, a hotel, and the quickest way to Grandmama’s…
— [JDH – 8:36 a.m.]
*** Do I hear $59?: Paul Finebaum apparently forgot to renew the lease on his Website domain… or something… and it’s, like, currently open for bids.
— [JDH – 8:00 a.m.]
*** Too Legit to Quit?
I, like Katy Crane, recently visited Pat Dye’s totally legit hunting lodge. Or at least saw it across the lake as I stood with Coach outside of his main residence while discussing, among other things, how Mark Ingram was maybe a good back and all but not a Heisman candidate (“now… Rolando McClain? Or that kid from Stanford? Now they might be.”) This was a week before the Iron Bowl. The Dye scoop was going to be the show piece of our “20 Years” series, which was going to be the definitive retrospective on the ’89 Iron Bowl, most definitive in the universe. That I got nowhere near to writing it in time for this year’s game wasn’t, I thought, the end of the world. Because 20 years after the fact, the whole thrust of the meaning of ’89 was still supposed to be how win or lose, it was more than a game. We won that year. We lost this year… God help me, I actually thought the loss might make the story more poignant (though I would have had my words turned drivel if it meant a win – football is the higher art).
But now, we may never know: I lost my tape recorder.
(I try not to think about it.)
I did manage to transcribe some of the epic interview before reaching down for an OCD pat of a… oh no… empty pocket, and I’ll try to work with some of that for something*. And there’s always a chance I could find the recorder (black, leather-ish sheath, brimming with genius). But for “all of you out there in Auburn land” who could just feel that Jeremy was cooking up something awesome, with maybe, who knows… Pat Dye or somebody like that… my apologies. I’m getting help. War Eagle.
*Actually there might be enough for something more than something… we’ll see.
— [JDH – 7:30 a.m.]