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AUtigerfan
(216.93.135.71) on 11/24/2010 - 10:36 a.m. says: ( 28 views
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"From TWER, 2007"
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Friday, November 23, 2007
Go
Tigers. Beat Alabama.
Win, Auburn.
Please. Win.
Win, because my grandfather and so many other grandfathers have waited a
lifetime, waited so many long years in orange-and-blue sweatshirts and Auburn
caps with flat bills, waiting to watch Auburn defeat Alabama for a sixth
consecutive year.
Win, because all things long to become something more than they are, even
toilet paper; it dreams of flight.
Win, because there are children old enough to care who have never watched
Auburn lose the Iron Bowl and their innocence is beautiful.
Win, because I want so badly to remember Brandon Cox as a quarterback made of
heart who fought a debilitating muscle disease step-by-brutal-step all the way
to three victories over the Crimson Tide, and as nothing else, nothing.
Win, because after you had torn Alabama to quivering pieces in 2005, the man
with the crimson tie in my office told me with an utterly straight face that if
the early second-half safety the officials could have called had been called,
Alabama would have won the game; win because the Auburn fans still working in
that office and in so many other offices should not be left to work alongside
such willful, delirious ignorance given over to celebration.
Win, because while other mascots paw restless in cages and or lie fat on the
ground or fail to exist, ours soars across the blue sky underneath the orange
sun and reminds us all of what glory looks like, and that should be worth
something, damn it.
Win, because the people of the state of Alabama should not be taught again that $4
million will buy happiness.
Win, because when Quentin Groves and Cole Bennett and Eric Brock and King
Dunlap and Patrick Lee and Josh Thompson and Jonathan Wilhite and God bless him
Carl Stewart leave the field at Jordan-Hare Stadium for the final time, they
deserve to leave winners, leave without knowing the worst defeat, leave with a
clean table in the restaurant's corner and a free cold beer on top of it
waiting for them forever.
Win, because our side has won 32 times; their side has won 38 times; and
another victory means our side is six wins from telling their side all their
trophies and all their rankings and all their bygone glories are mere pleasant
consolation prizes to being the second-best college football team in their own
great state.
Win, because I am a thousand miles away from my mother, my father, my brothers,
and if we all share the joy of a victory over Alabama all those miles will feel like a
walk to the corner.
So win for us.
Win for the 87,451 present whose hearts you hear.
Win for the countless elsewhere whose hearts go with you regardless.
Win for Auburn,
power of Dixieland.
Win. Please. Win.
Go Auburn.
Beat Alabama.
Win the Iron Bowl.
WIN.
War Eagle!
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