Magruder on pay-for-play, student loans, and the hyper-amateurization of college football.
The only thing left to conquer: three teams lying in wait.
There are no illusions, there are no added dimensions.
Only : fly down the field. Only: fearless and true. Only: fight on.
To escape from the vortex of Bayou postmodernism that is Les Miles’s Bengals, Auburn had to be better than luck, had to be a force more powerful than sheer unlidded meaninglessness. Auburn was. And LSU couldn’t summon up nearly enough insanity to cover up the truth: we are without a doubt the better team.
Discovered: The Rosetta Stone for Spread Sheets.
(Read this if you’ve been always been too embarrassed to ask what the pretty lines actually mean.)
“Bona-fide SEC champion contender,” “Genuine Heisman contender on the team,” “Honest-to-God national title aspirations.” That old threadbare phrase rings true : we truly control our own destiny.
This is when, as a lifelong Auburn fan, I start to get nervous.