When you type the name “Ray Cotton” into the Google search engine, my little blurb from the old TWER stomping grounds from last year is the first thing that pops up. It was a comparison of Meade High School’s Raymond Cotton to Auburn alum QB Jason Campbell.
Ouch.
It’s a reminder of failure. On Tommy Tuberville’s part. On Auburn’s part. On my decision to write about the wooing. Ah yes, the failed wooing.
Didn’t John Steinbeck write an entire novella about those “best laid schemes”?
Ol’ Ray Cotton, full of promise. The quarterback recruit that went to Ole Miss instead of Auburn when the firing/resigning of Tommy Tuberville went down last year. I guess he’s coming with his fellow Rebels to Jordan-Hare this weekend? I hope he doesn’t make it on the field.
Please, please, please, please for the love of all things holy and good don’t let the score allow him make it out on the field, Tigers.
I haven’t really addressed it, but I thought last year when I went with two friends to hunt down Tommy Tuberville on his recruiting trip in Maryland, well, I thought I had reached the pinnacle of bloggerdom: With my head in the clouds, I talked with the coach and saw him in action on the recruiting trail. Tuberville was in Maryland on a Friday night during the Tigers’ off week. He was there, down the sideline a bit, watching the heralded QB. It happened a year plus a few days ago. At the time, Tony Franklin had just been fired and the FAILURE of the West Virginia game was a week away. Things were already unraveling
(Here’s Part One, Two and Three of that series from last year.)
Tuberville didn’t know that I was writing anything for TWER about our interaction. It was a little dumb/shady on my part. I don’t think I did anything really underhanded or anything. I just used my access as an Auburn fan, approaching the coach to shoot the breeze. I just took mental notes. Lots of mental notes with fingers twitching for a keypad. Why shouldn’t I be able to relate to you, the reader, what I experienced that night?
Anyway, looking back at that night now, I feel a little foolish. But how was I to know about what would transpire in the months ahead? No one did.
The guys that I saw that cool October evening? James Willis, Tuberville and Cotton. I thought I was looking at Auburn’s past, present and future all combined into something wonderful. But all those three were later to be pushed away from Auburn, left on their own or traitorously slid away into the arms of Nick Saban. You can call it whatever you want to call it.
But I am writing about this just to make note of how quickly and violently things can change. I thought I was there at the start of something special. But little did I know that what I was really seeing was the end of it.
I don’t blame Cotton at all for his commitment switcheroo. Without any allegiance to the Tigers, would you throw your hat into the chaos and that was Auburn football in December and January? Things looked scary.
Cotton could very well be a bust. And his fortunes are tied with Houston Nutt now.
But our quarterback of the future is Tyrik Rollison and not Cotton. And Rollison is definitely the bigger catch.
Give me Gus Malzahn directing Rollison’s charge.
Maybe it will all work out for the better, just not the way that it was envisioned. Actually, it turned out to be about as far from that original vision as one can get. It’s weird how that works.
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
— from “To A Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest, with the Plough” by Robert Burns
I went up a few weeks later for Cotton’s last high school game. I went with some coworkers and we dressed in our Auburn gear and cheered when Cotton made big plays. Some of the parents thought we were scouts and yelled at us, “Hey, my boy can play. Check out number _ _.” You would have thought our Auburn shakers would have tipped them off to who we really were. His dad came down and introduced himself and he was a really nice man. And he introduced us to Ray, who was likewise polite. I hate he didn’t come to The Plains in the end, but I don’t blame him either. He stuck through a lot and in the end it was just too much turmoil. I wish him well and hope he does good, just not against the Orange and Blue. WAR EAGLE!
AuburnAlumo5,
I experienced the same thing! Meade High School folks were thinking we were scouts since we were near Tubs and Co. I assure you, I do not look the part.
Cotton Sr. was by himself at the top of the bleachers that night. He was the proud dad. It was cool to see.
I did a horrible job and didn’t finish my thought when I said “Cotton could very well be a bust.” He could also very well be a football superstar. We just don’t know how things will turn out. And I’m with you about wishing for the best for him at Ole Miss. But I think we landed the better QB in the end.
The night I saw him he was under constant pressure (his line was not the best) and he threw a few interceptions trying to make plays and not get sacked. He threw his share of touchdowns too and there was no doubt that the physical tools were there. But the interceptions gave me concern because I knew he would need a good QB coach and I did not think we had that with Ensminger. But I held out hope that some post season assistant house cleaning would take care of that. We’ll see what the Rebels staff can do.