Project 52: Week 2–War Eagle Fly Down The Field….

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This week's theme: Illustrate a song. Okay this was way easy this week!

War… Eagle, fly down the field. 
Ever to conquer, never to yield. 
War… Eagle, fearless and true. 
Fight on, you orange and blue. 
Go! Go! Go! 
On to vict'ry, strike up the band. 
Give 'em hell, give 'em hell; 
Stand up and yell, Hey! War…Eagle win for Auburn, 
Power of Dixie Land! 

 

It's great to be an Auburn Tiger this week! Pictured is the Crown/Coke that got me through the game and the celebratory champaign in the engraved wine glasses my brother-in-law gave me for Christmas years ago and I thought I'd never have a use for. Silly me!

Auburn Alumni Association – Best Marketing Piece Ever!

So I let my alumni membership lapse…I  know bad me.

Anyway it was totally worth it because look what they had the band do! They to sent me the picture along with a "We Miss You" letter. An 8 x 10 of the Auburn Marching band spelling my name out on the field of a sold out Jordan Hare Stadium. Hey I know someone in the alumni band but I didn’t know they cared that much!

Well War Eagle Auburn Alumni Association! and for making me laugh this morning I’m putting my check in the mail today!

You know it’s just killing me to pixelate out my last name right?!?

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Go Auburn Tigers!!!

I like to start each season out by posting this article written by of all people a reporter from Syracus, NY, after attending his first Auburn game. As part of the Auburn faithful we sometime have trouble putting into words what it is to go to an Auburn game. This stranger in our midst was somehow able to capture the wonder of it all, and I am forever grateful.

Written by Bud Poliquin, a columnist for the Syracuse Post-Standard newspaper after covering the 2002 Auburn vs. Syracuse football game in Auburn. The article was written for and published in the Post-Standard on October 3, 2002.

BY BUD POLIQUIN
POST-STANDARD COLUMNIST

I have descended into college football’s Grand Canyon. I have stood in its Alps. I have gazed at its ocean sunset. I have done all of these things and I’ve been changed forever.

I knew, of course, that we were different up here. I understood that autumn Saturdays in our burg have never been given over to any kind of serious sporting fervor. I’ve accepted for a good, long while that a fair amount of our citizens regularly choose to pick apples or seal driveways rather than head to the Carrier Dome to watch the Syracuse University Orangemen at play.

But, Lord have mercy on our college football souls, I’ve come to realize we’re not merely quirky in these parts. And we’re not just overly particular. No, having attended a game in Auburn, Ala. – which is like going to Mass in Rome – I’m convinced that, by comparison, we’re as dead as the flying wedge.

"Let me tell you something," said Paul Pasqualoni, the SU coach who can recognize bedlam when he is forced to shout above it. "Being in that stadium with all those people – the noise level, the atmosphere – was exciting. It was a lot of fun. To me, it was just spectacular being there."

He was speaking of Jordan-Hare Stadium, where four days earlier his SU club had lost to the Auburn Tigers 37-34 in an environment that was equal parts Woodstock, Mardi Gras, New Year’s Eve and Madonna’s last wedding. And the Crimson Tide boys, those rascals from the other side of the state, weren’t even in town, to say nothing of the Bulldogs, Gators or Razorbacks.

Nah, it was just the Orangemen, a non-league bunch from somewhere up north … with a losing record yet. But it didn’t matter. This, because the cherished Tigers were on the other side, and that was enough for those Alabama locals to respond the way the French did when Patton’s army showed up in Paris.

The orange-clad zealots, who are in their seats fully 30 minutes prior to kickoff, thunder through choreographed cheers. The band, which is saluted upon its arrival by the big house with a standing ovation, blares. The PA system, which continuously blasts the sounds of a growling tiger, pipes in songs by the Dixie Chicks and interviews with the Auburn coaches.

Before the game, there is the great Tiger Walk during which the Auburn players march along Donahue Street through thousands of people, some of whom weep, and into the stadium. After the game, there is the mass papering of famous Toomer’s Corner downtown. And between all of that, a golden eagle circles the place before landing on the field to a deafening roar.

Believe me on this. Please. I have descended into college football’s Grand Canyon. I have stood in its Alps. I have gazed at its ocean sunset. I have attended a game at Jordan-Hare Stadium in Auburn, Ala. And I’ve been changed forever.

Β© 2002 The Post-Standard.

Congratulations LSU Tigers

Okay so it wasnt’ my Tigers this time around but it was my conference. All hail the SEC and congratulations LSU!!

And a note to Georgia’s president – dude we’ve all been there, hell Auburn went undefeated in 2004 and didn’t get to play for the championship. No one is disputing the system sucking but let LSU have their moment of glory, for a freaking day at least. For today you just need to say "Well Done Tigers" and leave it at that.

Because Pictures Never Do Toomers Justice

If you’ve been there you know what I mean. As a former Glom geek we tried every year to take a picture that would do it justice but somehow it never did. I think my favorite Toomers memory has to be when Bo won his Heisman though, maybe because it was so spontaneous. It was the week of exams (back in the days when we came back after Thanksgiving) and everyone was in the normal stress mode – after the announcement word quickly spread around campus that Toomer’s was getting rolled and everyone was there. We emptied the supply closet in our lower quad dorm and took all the toilet paper we had. It was a memory I will never forget.

It’s Great To Be An Auburn Tiger

Toomer’s Corner September 29, 2007: Auburn 20 Florida 17