Wednesday, January 12, 2011

i'm not sure if i can call my blog A Lifetime of Defeats anymore.


it's been 2 days now and things have finally sunk in. monday night was real. Auburn is the 2010 BCS National Champion. can you wrap your brain around that? did this seem even remotely possible at the end of the 2008 season? being a lifetime pessimist and someone used to having his heart ripped out by his favorite teams i never ever believed Auburn would ever finally clinch an outright national title. and yet it really fucking happened. i'm still at a loss for words to say how i feel.

I can't even lie. Watching the title game was not an enjoyable event for me. I was a nervous mess the whole night. Everytime something went wrong for the Tigers I felt like I was going to puke. It was borderline torture at points. But Auburn kept making the plays it had to make and keeping my heart from completely exploding in my chest. When Oregon tied the game up 19-19 I even said, "Auburn is gonna lose." I could feel the misery setting in. I started to wonder what were the chances Auburn would ever get another shot at this. And then Dyer made his "he's down, oh shit he's not down" run. And I finally perked up. I started to have visions of Wes Byrum's kick vs Florida dancing in my head. And then when Dyer blasted through Oregon's line for what I thought was the game winning touchdown I fell onto the floor and began to weep for joy. Of course it was reviewed and he has down at the 1 and all Byrum had to do was make a chip shot and we were champs...but I could barely even watch it. My heart was racing. My stomach was in knots. It's up. It's good!!!!!!!!! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! The Tigers are champs! Auburn are the national champions! Can you even believe it? Is it real? I thought it I died right that second it wouldn't have been so bad.

The high still hasn't worn off. I've been in this endless fog. It's a weird feeling. I remember talking to a friend of mine who was a Red Sox fan and how he told me that winning the World Series was amazing not only because he'd been waiting for that moment his whole life but because now the Sox were just another team who'd won a World Series. And now that's how I feel too. For all my angst and anxiety of being an Auburn fan all these years I could finally just enjoy rooting for my team and know that no metter whatever happens the rest of my life that no other moment would ever be this special again. And because of that I can just root for my Tigers and never get as worked up or miserable about winning or losing ever again. It feels amazing. And in a way it feels kind of sad. But it's a good sad.


thank you Nick Fairley, you giant half bear half man force of destruction. are you the dirtiest Auburn player of all time? fuck yeah, you are. you are a mean ass sonofabitch and i'd hate the shit out of you too if i was one of those pussyass UGA fans. but you are ours and for that i love you.


i've never been more happy to be so wrong about anything in my entire life as calling Gene Chizik the worst hire possible. thanks Coach. i'm willing to forgive 3 straight years of mediocrity before i ever call for your head.


Thank you Wes Byrum. Chip shot or not it's the kick that made us champions!!! motherfucking champions!!!!

And of course thank you, Cam. But that almost needs to be left unsaid.

So War Damn Eagle, everyone. Enjoy this moment for a long, long time. I know I will.

4 comments:

Marcus said...

War Mother Fucking Eagle!!!

Eternal pessimist myself, I can't help but let the fucking naysayers get to me with all the "yeah, but how long until AU has to give all the trophies back" talk. Seriously, fuck Cecil Newton for giving the haters fuel for the fire. Oh well, I'm sure they'd find something else to hate on us for. If the Cecil thing didn't happen, there'd probably be a mention of Eric Ramsey in every blog post :/

JRS1 said...

Yeah the mention of vacated trophies is all my uga friends seem to wanna bring up, whatever. Fuck em. Mark Richt wishes he had some trophies he was worried about having taken away. I refuse to let that shit get me down right now. I've got national title crap to throw all my money away on to think about at the moment.

Zachery said...

I was zen as hell during that game. When we hit the period of auburn sorta dominating, but nobody scoring for like 2 hours, I was fine, not tense like you'd expect.

For that: I thank Tommy Tubberville. He loved that shit, I'm sure. "14 punts with a 6 point lead, shit, son, you can give up a FG and a safety and still be cool".

Thanks Tubs, for teaching me not to freak out when the opponent drives the ball down your throat with 2 minutes left, down eight and ties the game.

Marcus said...

Hell yeah. I'm gonna play "You Can't Bring Me Down" by Suicidal Tendencies on a constant rotation for the next few days. Fuck all the haters.

I experienced that bit of Zen as well. When we got the ball, up 8 with like 6 minutes left, I was all about inner peace. Then Cam fumbled and I seriously felt like throwing up. Once it was apparent that Dyer could not be stopped though, I was all good again.