I love Tuberville.
His players respect him. They stay out of trouble--and when they don't, punishment is swift, harsh, and very real. They graduate. And they leave his program as better men.
His assistants are exceeding loyal*and many have turned down other coaching postions to stay with the man. This speaks volumes about Tuberville.
If there were a game to played to decide the fate of the universe, I'd want Tubs at the helm.
Put Thomas Hawley Tuberville in a time machine and dial that bitch back to June 26th, 1876. If you place him in the saddle riding alongside Lt. Colonel George Armstrong Custer and his troopers during their expedtion into the Black Hills of Montana, you can freakin' bank on the following:
-Custer would've kept his scalp**
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I love Tuberville.
His players respect him. They stay out of trouble--and when they don't, punishment is swift, harsh, and very real. They graduate. And they leave his program as better men.
His assistants are exceeding loyal*and many have turned down other coaching postions to stay with the man. This speaks volumes about Tuberville.
If there were a game to played to decide the fate of the universe, I'd want Tubs at the helm.
Put Thomas Hawley Tuberville in a time machine and dial that bitch back to June 26th, 1876. If you place him in the saddle riding alongside Lt. Colonel George Armstrong Custer and his troopers during their expedtion into the Black Hills of Montana, you can freakin' bank on the following:
-Custer would've kept his scalp**
-His cavalrymen would've worn orange
-Trees along the Little Bighorn River would be streaming with toilet paper
AND..ESPN would be sending excuses via telegraph for Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse having their collective asses kicked despite being two touchdown favorites at home...
That being said, Saturday night's battle will be a skull crusher. LSU's loss to Kentucky may prove to be a major kick in the 'nads for Auburn. LSU will not look past Auburn. They are focused. They are angry. They are ready. Their mission? Stack the line, stop the run, and smother our bipolar recievers with their experienced backfield. Bayou-Bengal-man-monster-Glen Dorsey seeks to rip out Brandon's still-beating heart, impale it with a popsicle stick, douse it in batter, fry it for 6 minutes and 30 seconds, and eat it corndog-style in the 50 yard line.
Somehow, someway, Tuberville will not allow that to happen.
This will be the toughest game of Tub's career.
And we will win.
*Petrino not included
**Custer actually had his hair shortly-cropped BEFORE the Battle of the Little Bighorn
