IT'S A WIN-WIN SITUATION
Friday, November 26, the day after Thanksgiving.
TUSCALOOSA, AL
Me and the family (My parents, aunt and uncle, three sisters, big brother, and two cousins) are up in T-town. It's a rainy mess of a day and hope and impending doom loom in the air. We're a three point favorite. Ironic. We're number eleven and Auburn's number two. That just sounds like a plan to throw us off our game. Stupid me didn't bring my camera to the most important day of the year. And my mom didn't charge hers. Well at least we could forget this ever happened if we leave home with a loss. Right? Sounds like a plan.
After some breakfast at the hotel, we head to the stadium. Bryant-Denny is surrounded in a sea of crimson. Beautiful. We take our seats amongst the crowd of people. Dreams grow and die and this stadium but it's full of history. And there's no denying that. Barners can't say that about their program. It's not as storied as Alabama. Not as classic. But this year Cam and the Barners are on a rampage. He's like Tebow, the thug edition.
Cam Newton. I've heard that name a billion times this year. If I hear it again I might explode. I swear. Allegations are flying about little Cam and everyone knows he's going to get caught. They'll declare him ineligible after he enters the pros so it won't effect his Heisman. Then Auburn's going to get the death penalty and have their dream season's wins vacated. That sucks. Poor Barners. But Chizik knows he's doing the wrong thing by playing him. Remember Reggie and USC? Guess not.
Take the Money and Run and
Son of a Preacher Man are some ironic song choices chosen by UA. [Insert Cam Joke Here]
Anyway. It's cold and it's starting to rain. We got a lead on them. I'm thinking we can crush them. My daddy reminds me that they're a second half team. I say, nah, we got them. I hate that Mark Ingram fumbled that almost-touchdown. I feel sorry for him. That made him look pretty bad but he's Mark Ingram. He won't let that bother him. People make mistakes. Heisman winners make mistakes.
Greg looks phenomenal. He's making every throw. He broke JPW's record. Beautiful. And he looks hot doing so. That takes some serious talent. Looking good boy. Call me!
We sack Cam Newton. It's Courtney Upshaw. I have a feeling Courtney doesn't like Cam much. Maybe there's some built up anger their. Good. That's how you do it, Court.
Fairley sacks McElroy and throws a little party on the field. Doesn't even offer to help G-Mac up. Dadgum, if you hurt my man I'll jump that pretty new iron fence and slap your face, #90. Didn't your momma teach you to have some class? Hey, goes to show that Auburn doesn't have much class and Chizik doesn't give a crap.
Highlight of my night. Cam's spazing a little. Don't know what's up. Think he needs some extra cash. He's getting low. Throw the ball, son. Chizik's probably freaking out thinking he wasted his money on this guy. Cam does a little Michael Jackson dance reminiscent of Thriller. (Cam, go join a musical. You'd do well on Broadway!) Then BAM. Marcell Dareus takes him to the ground. That made my night. Win or lose, that was hilarious.
The second half approaches. Auburn scores. My dad's having a heart attack, I do believe. C'mon dad, were in public.
And again it happens. My heart sinks a little bit and I start to feel a little physically ill. Hey, if we don't win this we still get to watch Auburn go down in flames. So it's win-win really.
And it happens again. What in the world did Auburn give those boys in the locker room? Dadgum. Must've reloaded Cam's bank account. I'm now assured that's what happened.
Then the worst event of the night transpires. Greg McElroy is sacked. He falls, hits his shoulder, hits the ground, hits his head in a terrible fashion. I gasp and jump to my feet. The crowd gasps with me. The Jumbotron shows his eyes rolling back in his head. It looks rough. My gosh, he better be okay or I'll have to go kick some Tiger butt myself. He lies there for the longest time before they help him to his feet. He looks dazed and confused and seems to be mumbling odd phrases. Poor thing probably thinks he's in Kalamazoo. I love you Greg McElroy! You're hot even dazed, half-conscious, and spaced out. Wow.
Oh Gosh. My baby McCarron's going in. Poor thing looks like a helpless baby bird being pushed out of the nest. It's alright. If you mess this up, I'll still love you. The clock's running out. Cam's being a little drama queen as he gets tackled to the ground. Poor baby, did you sprain your pinky? He lies there trying to run out the time grimacing in pain. And the Emmy goes to Cam Newton! McCarron doesn't do much. But it's not like he really has a chance to. It's okay. I still love you. I still love all of y'all, Bama boys.
Time runs out. I'm sick for a little while but then the pain subsides. Doesn't look like the Auburn fans want to brag much because of the whole Cam Newton scandal. Kind of funny actually. How can you brag about a one point win? Wow. We'll beat them at their place next year when they don't have Cam or all of their seniors. Revenge will be sweet. 2011's going to be a great year for Bama, I feel it.
I'm over the hurt now. 2010 is going to be a vacant year in college football, you know.
I'll miss all the guys leaving us this year. They have all attributed greatly to our team and I have become huge fans of all of them. Mark Ingram your always going to be #22, our Heisman winner. Who accomplished so much in one year. Who cares if 2010 wasn't a good year? You did great just to be playing this year after a knee injury. Your much better then Cam. You did it without all the cash, without stealing laptops, and without cheating. Mark Ingram, your so beautifully humble. That's what's so cute about you and your little button nose. It's the way your so down-to-earth, so darlingly nervous, so non-egotistical, so not Cam-like. Your heisman speech was there ever was. That's pretty darn good. Good luck to the Bama boys going pro next year. I'll be watching y'all. And Greg McElroy, you won't be working at 711 darling. You're going to do something great with your life, genius. Beautiful, beautiful genius. Bama's going to miss you, red, #12. You're way better then people make you out to be. You lead your team to the top last year and no one can deny that.

Love,
Keely