to stay in their seats because they are bored or lazy or whatever. I think there is something in the Auburn Culture that will keep that from happening- but then again I simply cannot understand kids being bored with winning (but then again I can't understand how anyone, in the words of another: " would go to that Pi$$ poor excuse of a girls millinary school" either).
Damn I relish every victory although I will admit last night was like a lazy warm day on the beach- drinking a cold Cerveza and watching the Orange and Blue waves roll up on the shore.
Auburn Victories are like vacations to me- some are like skiiing black diamonds where I am worn out afterwards and my heart is racing after chasing my son over some moguls and having avoiding breaking my damn fool neck. Some are like a camping trip whereby at the end of the day one enjoys the scenary and the smell of cooking burgers, Some are like a lazy day on the beach enjoying the scenary (last night)..
...Whilst some games, like the come from behind against Bammy in 2010, are akin to a 1,400 mile trip round trip in the 1966 strato cruiser station wagon with AUBJ at the wheel, smoking a cigarette, flicking his ashes out of the window whereby they flew into the non airconditioned era open back seat in 90 degree July weather, the littlest one year old kid tyke between Mrs AUBJ and AUBJ in the front seat sans seat belt and the rest of the AUBJ tykes (ages 3-10) climbing back and forth between the back seat and the death trap rear facing third row and stopping for meals at concrete picnic tables on the Florida SHort Route (it did go to Florida but it was not Short) with AUBJ yelling periodically "Can you Damned kids sit still for 30 seconds?" and us wearing our plastic army helmets replete with chin straps and camo army uniforms with either Screaming Eagle or Big Red One patches on them (yelling things like "I am Patton"...no you are not,I AM... NO you are that no good commie LBJ") , holding replicas of M1 Carbines and one of us wielding the much adored, and well used, plastic replica of a dual 50 caliber machine gun (with styrene bullets and four plastic grenades) refighting the battle of the Bulge or something like that in the back seats.
Ahhh the memories of both are still worth relishing and damn sure not worth missing.
