I think of Smilin’ Jack pullin’ up in his land yacht, walkin’ into those wood-panelled rooms, carpeted, rotary phone’d, cigarette’d, knowing that the Auburn Tigers needed to beat Georgia, gearing up to do his part, finding the right track, improvising the lyrics as the spirit moved, knowing that what he was doing was important, win or lose. Knowing that it made him somebody.
I think of Smilin’ Jack Smollon. I think of Smilin’ Jack Smollon.
God knows we need him now.
Yes, we have more than one song. But we’re just going with one this week.
What year is it from? Oh, I don’t know. I just wanna rock. (But ’71, I think — somebody clinched the Heisman with that game, I think.)
… need more pep? Don’t forget the 1962 Beat Clemson pep-rally.