Dr. John Carvalho did not ask her about the Auburn boyfriend thing. It’s called journalism.
Was it the work of a sane person? No.
But it was the work of an Alabama fan. And the trees…
… the trees remember…
November 26, 2010 is of special significance to me. It means a lot to Auburn fans, of course, because it marks the date of “The Comeback.” But it means even more to me, and that’s not because of some big event that happened. I didn’t get married, propose to anyone, celebrate a birthday or mark any anniversary.
I didn’t do anything. Something happened to me
There are some weeks when it’s not all that fun to be writing a weekly column on Auburn football. This is one of those weeks. We admit it—we were spoiled last season, in our inaugural campaign, as the Tigers won every game (and usually in some sort of spectacular, astounding fashion) and made this task into a joy and a pleasure.
This season? Not so much.
No hype: A tornado passed over my house.
I live on Green Street. The tornado’s path – which apparently began west of campus along Wire Road, continued over campus near the president’s mansion and traveled over Auburn High School – buzzed my house after gashing Terrace Acres Drive.
I wasn’t here. I was at campus when it all began around noon.
Thirteen-point favorites?! Well, then—clearly the Georgia Bulldogs somehow have become a monster team and are mowing down everyone in their path, and will provide a massive challenge for LSU in Atlanta in a few weeks, right?
Wait, wait—hold on a second. Who did they beat, during this run? Let’s see: Coastal Carolina… Ole Miss… Mississippi State… Vandy… Tennessee… Florida… New Mexico State.
Whooo. Brutal run there, Dawgs.
“I’m just saying if Auburn ever exploded I would change my name, move to Louisiana, and try to marry into old-time Cajun money.”
The question this week is, when the good Admiral brings the Mississippi fleet out of hyperspace and they suddenly appear just outside the Auburn end zone, will Ted Roof have the defensive shield switched on or not? (It’s probably too much to ask that Gus have the Death Star’s planet-buster dish operational as well, given the state of our offense of late.)
What can we say about this epic clash of “Meh?”