Guess the trees are done.

[Snaggletiger]

So vagina juice it is then? The jokes vagina juice?

vajayjuice

Still got a pic on my phone of mini snags on the wall in front of the trees.  It really has been a kick in the gut the past couple of years when everytime I'd go to AU, they looked worse and worse. 

[AUJarhead]

vajayjuice

Still got a pic on my phone of mini snags on the wall in front of the trees.  It really has been a kick in the gut the past couple of years when everytime I'd go to AU, they looked worse and worse.

I've got pics from 2010 when we went to the game still on my phone.  The one thing my daughter wanted to do was roll the trees after the game. 

That's been the worst part of this.  Trying to explain to my her why the trees are dying, and will have to be chopped down.  How, when I want to drop every profanity known to man in my description of Updyke and their fan base, I have to take the high road, and tell my daughter it was a sick man. 

[Saniflush]

I've got pics from 2010 when we went to the game still on my phone.  The one thing my daughter wanted to do was roll the trees after the game. 

That's been the worst part of this.  Trying to explain to my her why the trees are dying, and will have to be chopped down.  How, when I want to drop every profanity known to man in my description of Updyke and their fan base, I have to take the high road, and tell my daughter it was a sick Alabama man.

always to make sure this is added so she learns the hate early and often.

[Godfather]

It's tough because I feel like by saying the tradition won't be the same lets the fucking updykes win.

[Saniflush]

It's tough because I feel like by saying the tradition won't be the same lets the fucking updykes win.

Exactly....

The Updykes of the world get to crow about it and the quiet Alabama fans get to smirk quietly to themselves. 
I want them all to fall off the face of the Earth.

[Buzz Killington]

So vagina juice it is then? The jokes vagina juice?

Oh yeah...the jerk store called!

[Buzz Killington]

Exactly....

The Updykes of the world get to crow about it and the quiet Alabama fans get to smirk quietly to themselves. 
I want them all to fall off the face of the Earth.

^^^Fucking this^^^

[AUChizad]

http://www.collegeandmagnolia.com/2013/2/4/3950886/toomers-corner-why-it-matters-to-me

Toomer's Corner: Why it matters to me

By Aubielicious on Feb 4, 11:14a 1

Like many from his generation, my father was not an expressive man. Seemingly, he managed to go his entire life without experiencing any kind of emotional highs or lows- a trait that, apparently, is genetically passed on to one’s son.

He was an important man in his chosen field, and worked long hours. Most of my childhood memories don’t include him, but instead center around my mom and brother. To have dad around for a fun weekend was a rare, if often underwhelming treat.

Don’t get me wrong- my father loved his wife and his kids. When he wanted to be, he was subtly affectionate. I’ve never experienced a single second of neglect or abuse in my entire life. He was a good man, and I loved him and looked up to him just as every little boy does.

I was still a young boy when my father passed away. And while I’ve often felt robbed of the years of potential memories that we could have made together, I am thankful that I have one really, really great memory of a day with my dad. I wasn’t even in kindergarten yet, so you’ll have to forgive me for any fuzziness regarding the details.

You see, my dad was an Auburn fan. Like myself, he attended a different university, but loved the school as much as any alumnus could. I guess lots of things are genetically passed on to one’s son.

My dad took me to my first Auburn football game. I can’t remember the season (had to be around ’87), and I can’t remember the opponent. I can’t remember exactly where we sat, and I can’t remember what we were wearing. However, there are two things that I remember from that day: The trees, and my dad’s face.

Auburn was obviously victorious, because after the game I rode on my dad’s shoulders to the corner of College and Magnolia for the ceremonial rolling of Toomer’s Corner. The crowd was thick, and the streams of toilet paper were plentiful. I vividly remember sitting on my dad’s shoulders under those branches, with my head back and my hands stretched as far as I could get them into the sky. Somehow, I remember smiling until my face hurt. The structured chaos of a Toomer’s celebration was almost more than my tiny heart could stand.

Then, there was my dad. For the only time that I can remember, he was not the emotionless picture of stoicism that he was at home. In that moment, he felt the same joy that I did! He shouted. He cheered. He pumped his fist. My father didn’t not engage in such acts of undignity. But he did on that day. I still remember him looking up at me with an uncharacteristically broad smile. I knew that it was a special day. I assumed that we would have lots of special days like that.

When you are a small boy on your daddy’s shoulders, looking straight up into the inner workings of those live oaks- the trees seemed like giants. Invincible. Impenetrable. Powerful. Undoubtedly permanent.

Kind of like how we see our fathers.

When my father passed away, it broke my world- the same way it would break any little boy’s world. And though I’m not without my related issues, there is one thing that gave me the strength and encouragement to keep putting one foot in front of the other- my family.

All of my family felt the pain of my father’s death- I’m not so foolish to assume that I’m the only one who suffered. Despite their grief, though, they showed love to a small boy and helped me become the man that I am today. We all felt grief but we leaned on each other, loved each other, and occasionally carried each other during the more difficult days.

Since my father’s passing, Toomer’s Corner has symbolized something so much more than just athletic conquest. Since that day, I have associated Toomer’s Corner with that wonderful day I spent with my dad. The way he looked that day under the branches- that’s the dad that I choose to remember. When his name is mentioned around the family dinner table today, I don’t picture him coming home late in an expensive suit- I remember him pumping his fist like a commoner while I tried my best to reach for the branches.

The trees have always reminded me of my dad. And, just as a naïve young boy assumes of his father, I thought that they would always be around. I assumed that as an old man I would gingerly hobble into Toomer’s Drug Store, order a lemonade, and sit silently as I reminisce about better days with my father.

Now, we all know that won’t happen. The trees have fought hard, but are slowly succumbing to the poison of a bitter man. The branches I reached for as I sat atop my dad’s shoulders will be gone, sooner than later. Whether or not it makes sense to outsiders, it’s like losing a loved one all over again.

However, the absence of the Toomer’s Oaks will not signify the absence of my memories on that hallowed ground. Sure, I may not drive by and see the branches- but no imbalanced, hateful man can ever take the memory of that day with me dad away from me.

And no man can ever take the memories you’ve made under those branches away, either.

I mentioned earlier that it was only the love and support of a family that carried me through the difficulty of losing my father. We are all experiencing pain over our trees being hurt, but we are not isolated as we feel this grief. We are a part of a family.

I know that outsiders roll their eyes when they hear us speak of the "Auburn Family." They assume that it’s a marketing ploy designed to make mothers feel good about sending their babies to the Plains. Maybe they’re right, to an extent. But I know what the strength of a family can do for those who are hurting. Now is the time for us prove the cynics wrong. Let’s lean on each other. Let’s hug each other. Let’s cry together. Let’s break bread together.

The Auburn Family is strong. We can get through this together. We need each other.

See you in April. I’ll be the guy unsuccessfully reaching my hands towards the branches one last time.

War Eagle, Dad.

[Saniflush]

I hate every one of those cocksuckers!

[AWK]

Karma is a motherfucker...and I hope they burn.

[War Eagle!!!]

Karma is a motherfucker...and I hope they burn.

No shit!

They haven't been shit in football since the fucker did that....

[WiregrassTiger]

No shoot!

They haven't been shoot in football since the fudgeer did that....

See, now I feel guilty for the chuckle I gave. And it pisses me off.

[Godfather]

So no balls?

[Snaggletiger]

So no balls?

Nope.  She's still got em' in the jar on her......Oh...you were talking about...


Never mind.

[AWK]

No shit!

They haven't been shit in football since the fucker did that....

Don't be short sighted.  Also, they are fucking scum.

[Tiger Wench]

Seriously...kiss my ass Jen.  I am as devastated as I can be, but this is the X get over yourself.

Get over myself?  You just can't stand it when someone calls you out, can you?  You deserved that, and everyone else who followed it with disrespectful comments does too. 

There are plenty of places on this board where we can all, and I am including myself, be juvenile and crude and tasteless.  It doesn't change the nature of the X if there is one fucking thread where we can all as Auburn fans can grieve together about what that inbred bastard did to our beloved trees without some stupid gay joke or sex joke.  I am so sad, and if there was any place where I might could share those thoughts with people who would get it, people who would understand, I would have thought it would be here.

So fuck off.

[chinook]

Get over myself?  You just can't stand it when someone calls you out, can you?  You deserved that, and everyone else who followed it with disrespectful comments does too. 

There are plenty of places on this board where we can all, and I am including myself, be juvenile and crude and tasteless.  It doesn't change the nature of the X if there is one fucking thread where we can all as Auburn fans can grieve together about what that inbred bastard did to our beloved trees without some stupid gay joke or sex joke.  I am so sad, and if there was any place where I might could share those thoughts with people who would get it, people who would understand, I would have thought it would be here.

So fuck off.

hey, don't yell at or include the ref.  i just felt it was a breech in X etiquette. 

[Vandy Vol]

[Godfather]

Get over myself?  You just can't stand it when someone calls you out, can you?  You deserved that, and everyone else who followed it with disrespectful comments does too. 

There are plenty of places on this board where we can all, and I am including myself, be juvenile and crude and tasteless.  It doesn't change the nature of the X if there is one fucking thread where we can all as Auburn fans can grieve together about what that inbred bastard did to our beloved trees without some stupid gay joke or sex joke.  I am so sad, and if there was any place where I might could share those thoughts with people who would get it, people who would understand, I would have thought it would be here.

So fuck off.

People call me out all the time I don't give a shit.  Nice response Auburn Sister your sanctimonious holier then thou just flew out the window.  We can all grieve in different ways and mine has always been one of humor, I made jokes at my grandmas funeral, why because I choose to believe she was in a better place.  So frankly I could give a fuck if you approve or not.

Explain to me how I was being disrespectful...to who Saniflush?...he's a big boy he can handle himself he doesn't need you.  Oh and he was on a boys trip this weekend so it was a fucking joke.

Or was I being disrespectful to this sacred thread on the website.  Fuck that...I chose to remember the trees for what they are.  Our tradition only dies if you let it, thereby letting them win.  Will it be the same...nope.  However all we can do is move on.

Have a great day!

[Snaggletiger]

I think a couple of nice palm trees in their place and have a tiki bar in between them. Wrap some lights around the trunk and in the branches.  Kind of like the old Corona Christmas commercial.  War Eagle and Fleece Nahveedad, bitches.