This is the first post in what could be a series of considerations of Auburn literature. If you have any suggestions, any favorite Auburn-y books, send suggestions to [email protected] We are lax when it comes to what is and isn’t an Auburn book. All ideas welcome. Heck, write something about your favorite book. Paint a […]
The Win Column with Ben Bartley
This is your brain on Auburn Basketball.
“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.”
“Did we pay Cam Newton? I don’t care. If we did, I hope we paid him all the money. I hope he has a Swiss bank account stacked with YellaWood cash money. I hope he invested in gold. I hope he has 14 wives and a 54-room mansion in Slovenia. Because you know what? It doesn’t matter. He played for Auburn.”
David Housel exudes largeness. Like a Chappy’s booth is the known world. Mirrors upon mirrors inside mirrors around his head. David Housel is and isn’t David Housel like everything is and isn’t everything else. Nose crooked. Voice of the same sort. Arms up. Wide. Like this. Like he’s hugging a big old grizzly bear. “Live […]