September 16, 2011

Not So Surprising

I love feel-gooder stories that boost my faith in humanity, so here's one for you on this fine Friday.

I take you to last Saturday. A lovely day on The Plains, and a great day for a win against Starkpatch. My Uncle Mark (no immediate nickname came to mind, so we'll go with the real thing), came to Auburn to enjoy the game (as usual) and was also bringing with him 4 tickets for this Saturday's game against/at Clemson. He had the tickets in tow, because my brother was buying two of them from him, and they were to make the exchange at halftime.

When Mark arrived in Auburn, he checked to make sure he had the tickets (he did), and started his walk from the car to the stadium. When he got to the stadium - horror. He discovered he no longer had the Clemson tickets on his person. Figuring they were lost for good, he recounted the story to us at halftime at our standard family meet-up on the ramp outside of one of the scholarship sections where BG (my dad) sits. We were all saddened to hear this tale and felt bad for Mark and baby bro who were planning on using the tickets the following (this) weekend. But wait....

Uncle Mark
Behold! The happy ending...

I don't have the full details of the story, but I'll give you the general jist. As it turns out, a faithful, wonderful, and TYPICAL Auburn Man found Uncle Mark's tickets and contacted the Auburn Ticket Office with hopes of finding the rightful owner and returning them to him/her. As luck would have it, Mark did indeed buy his tickets through Auburn, so they were able to track them back to him. This wonderful Auburn Man gave Uncle Mark a call and said he would overnight the tickets to him, so he would have them in time for Saturday. Mark, eternally grateful, offered/insisted to reimburse the gentleman for the shipping expense, but he wouldn't hear of it. "Just do a kind deed for someone else in the future," the Auburn Man said. And that was that. All was right with the world (well, that might be overstating, but that's what I do).

So let this little story roll around in your soul a little bit today. It's so simple and something you would hope any decent person would do, but, when you hear it, it's a little surprising in the best possible way. Surprising, that is, if you don't really know Auburn people. Was I suprised? Delighted. Grateful. Inspired. Yes. But, surprised? Not really.

That's just the Auburn Family, and it is real.

September 2, 2011

Here we go again!

♫ It's the most wonderful time of the year! ♫

The sights. The sounds. The smells. FOOTBALL SEASON is upon us!

Kickoff cannot come soon enough, I tell you.

Defending National Champions has a lovely and entirely unfamiliar ring to it, but, trust me, I am under no delusions about what this season could look like for my beloved Auburn Tigers. Unlike some of our peers  (**clears throat**), it is not the Auburn way to spout off lofty preseason predictions, because really... WHO KNOWS what will happen?! That's the beauty of this time of year. ANYTHING is possible.

On this eve of the first college football Saturday of 2011,
  • I hope that our boys have their heads right and are focused on what matters.
  • I hope our coaches can see the possibilities and will find ways to inspire excellence.
  • I hope Auburn students and alumni are ready to represent the place that we love so much with the honor and pride that we've always had.
  • I hope Cam Newton and Nick Fairly are proud of where they came from and will remember that they are Auburn men forever.
  • I hope Mr. Penny is adequately conditioned for A LOT of pushups.
  • I hope to prove all of the critics wrong.
  • I hope that Danny Sheridan will eventually realize that no one is listening anymore.
  • I hope that Finebaum will take the high road for once.
  • I hope that SBS, Evans, Schad, and the rest of them will actually get the facts (if there are any) on a story before reporting it.
  • I hope that Jesse Palmer will consider buying shirts that are one size larger.
  • I hope ESPN will incorporate subtitles for Dr. Lou.
  • I hope Texas A&M knows what they are getting themselves into.
  • I hope I never see the "look at my wrestling belt" move after a big play.
  • I hope the next 4 months are filled with amazing highs, minimal lows, and just enough surprises.
  • I hope I can get some sleep tonight...but it's not likely.



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