It’s the Deep South’s Oldest Rivalry, maybe you’ve heard. Auburn won the first game in 1892. We should have won the game in 1992. We didn’t. Dad and I stood there a long time waiting for the refs to come back out on the field and reimburse us for the miracle moment they stole, and […]
I just found the picture again and smiled again and I don’t want to lose the flush of wonder and purpose and ThankyouGod like I lost the photo, so I’m just going to start writing. Well, I didn’t lose the photo, I misplaced it. Which is one reason it took me so long to get […]
OK, putting our scruples on steroids (they shrink your statisticles, man!) to prove how Not Bama we are, noble pursuit though it is, needs to stop. Even if we don’t want to asterisk our media guides with trophies we technically have a right to, surely we can puff out our chests the objectively correct number […]
Some give it great reviews, some give it terrible reviews, some mediocre, whatever. Maybe I give “Love Song for Bobby Long” a pass because, whoa, is that a hungover John Travolta getting out of bed in half-naked in a vintage Auburn T-shirt? And is he hitting on that waitress in an Auburn hat? And dude, does he actually drive to a BBQ joint in “Auburn”?
You get the feeling that no one wants to say much about it because no one wants to think about it, which you have to think factored (understandably) into the decision to maintain the cherished status quo for at least one more season. Most of the folks I talked with from the Office of the […]
One of the biggest laughs I ever got actually came at my grandparents’ 35th wedding anniversary celebration at the just completed Auburn Hotel and Conference Center when the black and white slide of my dad and uncle sitting on horses as toddlers was in the projector and 9-year-old me found the perfect pause in the […]
Last Good Friday, I YouTube’d the final scene from The Natural, one of the best movies ever (good for you, baseball!), and realized that it’s the Easter story. The New York Knights pitcher has lost faith and is throwing the game, bought off by the silver dollars of the corrupt co-owner who can’t stand bright […]
What Jeremy wrote about the championship celebration for Auburn Magazine.
“No doubt brothers, it was a frustrating game…”
I flashed a Prov. 25:22 kind of smile. I thought they’d appreciate the coal reference.