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In which a recruit’s name is plugged into Google and the bits of information that trickle out–guru ratings, newspaper profiles, YouTube highlights, all that stuff–are synthesized in the hopes of getting a clearer picture of the player we’ll see at Auburn next fall. Previously: Jessel Curry, Craig Sanders, Roszell Gayden, and Brandon Mosley. Demetruce McNeal [...]
Spring is in the air! For a given definition of spring. The Official Residence of WBE got three-quarters of a foot of snow last night … and from what I can tell, we’re getting off light. But there’s two telltale signs that things should be getting all wildflowery and tree-buddy on us soon: Beisbol! Not [...]
Auburn men 92, Arkansas 83 By this point in this slog of a season, it’s hard to say how much the Auburn men really won by downing the Hogs last Saturday. It’s more of a matter of what they didn’t lose. Because, as we know, Auburn’s margin of error for home losses is precisely zero. [...]
It sounds so simple when you write it out in plain, journalism-accented English: last Saturday, the Auburn men’s swimming and diving team outlasted Florida to win its 14th straight SEC championship. And then you realize: 14 straight SEC titles. Not in tug-of-war in the 191os-1920s, not in cross country in the 50s and 60s. Today. [...]
It’s Friday. This is gonna be quick: Can’t believe I used the Malzahn Blingee gif already this week. Because clearly, that’s the best illustration possible of today’s news that Auburn’s assistants got paid, son: Offensive coordinator Gus Malzahn is receiving the biggest percentage raise, a 43 percent hike that will bring his salary to $500,000 [...]
Florida 78, Auburn men 70 You may have noticed: I’m the wordy type. It’s not often I read a watch an Auburn sporting event or read a report of the outcome and come up with nothing to say. But this is one of those times. Coming into the Florida matchup last night, Auburn had to [...]
“Thomas Hawley Tuberville” is the name of a man chopping wood outside a prairie cabin, happy with the warm burn in his shoulders, oblivious to the black clouds hung with snow in the distance. He could see them if he took the moment to look up from his work, but the sledge feels good in his hands and the maul sings in the wood and he doesn’t.