Arrived a little early and headed to some old (both pyhsically and hitorically) family / friends tailgate.
Things don't change - Auburn is still Auburn and I had forgotten how much I miss that. Getting into the sadium is 
, I'll use the word painful, maybe I just hit it at the wrong time?
Atmosphere was incredible, youngest son said there were far fewer Bammers than Dawgs earlier in the season - glad AU folks held on to those tickets.
This team played with heart until the last second. In spite of our self & zebra inflicted wounds, my boys and I agreed that the case of "skillet hands" on both sides of the ball hurt us the most (dropped passes and missed INTs)
The best part of the whole night for me, was looking down the row at my clan - loud, proud and loving Auburn.
War Eagle!
