About 40 minutes before game time Saturday between Auburn and West Virginia, an Old Testament-style deluge prompted the public address announcer at Auburn’s Jordan-Hare Stadium to advise those in attendance to vacate the seating area.Not a soul in the Auburn student section moved an inch.Non one. Not even the frat boys, who high-fived and chest-bumped in their navy blazers and burnt orange ties with the best of them.And then, for two and a half minutes and three chords, it was pure euphoria, to the tune of Creedance Clearwater Revival’s 1971 hit.It didn’t matter that there was a big, bad, jet-black cloud and a severe weather advisory in the area. It didn’t matter that Auburn was about to face its toughest test of the season.
Just like those storm clouds dumped about a million gallons of rainwater all over Pat Dye Field, so did those Auburn fans let out about a year’s worth of frustrations over their football team.It was fast, it was intense, it was transformative and everybody came out clean on the other side.In other words, it was almost like a spiritual experience. Almost like all those orange and blue ponchos were baptism robes — and Chizik was some country preacher spreading the good news of Auburn football.The good folks from West Virginia must have wondered what kind of crazy, fanatical, severe-weather-ignoring lunatics they have down on the plains.They found out. And soon enough, so will everyone else:The passion is back on the plains.And all it took was a little rain, a bit of CCR and a few thousand rain-soaked lunatics.
And all it took was a little rain, a bit of CCR and a few thousand rain-soaked lunatics.
My daughter was right in the middle of it. Yes, she's a lunatic.
I hope both your daughters were wearing white.For purely selfish reasons.Well, prurient AND selfish reasons.
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