Night brooded over Jordan-Hare. Darkness had fallen. The giant lights of the stadium shined in the darkness, but the darkness ignored them. It was fourth down and a football field to go. Auburn had squandered three quarters of football, maybe its best football of the year, given the opponent and the stakes. But the fourth […]
Just Trees (After the felling of the Toomer’s Oaks) Aren’t they just trees? Yes, they are—they were. And weren’t they dying anyway? Yes, they were—and I am—and you are too. Dying. But someone killed them. (Yes, you can kill something that is already dying. If you doubt that, shoot someone with a terminal illness, then […]
A philosophy professor dissects the “Where There’s Smoke” logic of the Cam’s accusers.
No trees are safe; no chimes secure; no statues inviolable. We have all lost our minds.
Auburn vs. Clemson… a philosophical review.
It’s been 9 months since Dr. Jolley’s last column. This time, we let him cuss.
One of the interesting features of this year’s Iron Bowl is the apparently radically different views of the game: for Auburn fans, a sublime comeback, or Bama fans, a dreadful collapse. But which was it—comeback or collapse?
Dr. Jolley says it was both.
William James, speaking somewhat before an Iron Bowl: “You reach the Mephistophelian point of view as well as the point of view of justice by treating cases as if they belonged rigorously to abstract classes. Pure rationalism, complete immunity from prejudice, consists in refusing to see that the case before one is absolutely unique. It […]
Dr. Jolley turns to French Christian existentialism in investigating the possibility of fans’ surety and charity in the Cam Newton saga:
“Let’s just face it. No fan is sure. No reporter or blogger is sure. Surety simply is not to be had. And neither, unsurprisingly, is charity toward other fans. Everyone is exasperated. No fan is willing to give rival fans a hearing.”
It may be that, as ordinary moral beings, we live our lives forward but understand them backwards. But a football team lives forward only as far as the next Saturday; and, it understands nothing except its own mistakes backwards.
Play one game at a time. An old book, a noble one, says somewhere: “Today is the day of salvation.” For this Auburn team, that Today is Saturday, and the scene of salvation is Oxford. Today and today and today. One game at a time.