WOOHOO, WAR DAMN EAGLE!!! 28 to 21 man! That was the most nerve-wracking game; all of Auburn’s games have been boring one way or the other until last night. That was the team that was supposed to show up at the USC game; that was our Auburn. Tiger attack!!! Now, where’s Arkansas? We’re ready (Joannaaa. . .did you know. . .there was a razorback in my truck? Huh? Didya? There was a RAZORBACK in my truck!!!)
Too bad I wasn’t physically there in Auburn; I had to watch it on TV ’cause I had no ticket. I don’t get a Bama ticket either. I felt so homesick seeing Auburn on TV; they showed Samford Hall, and the band, and my Aubie, and the section I sit in. . . I wanted to BE there. ‘Course, if I had been, we probably woulda lost, so every little bit I can do to help. . . And I wore my Aubie pin, too. I forgot to wear it the first two games and look what happened; I’ve worn it since Vanderbilt. Us Auburn fans are very superstitioius people. At the last game Ken’s mom wouldn’t let Jeff sit in the same place he sat for the USC game. It worked, too; that and my Aubie pin. War damn superstitious fans!
Take that, Corso. Who’s a pigeon now? Ka-bong!