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Pat Dye Field => War Damn Eagle => Topic started by: dallaswareagle on February 01, 2013, 05:18:23 PM
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http://www.thewareaglereader.com/2013/02/final-rolling-of-toomers-oaks-scheduled-for-april-committee-doesnt-see-possibility-of-survival/
There’s going to be a “Celebrate the Tradition†block party at Toomer’s Corner on Saturday, April 20, after Auburn’s A-Day football game.
Make sure you bring a special roll.
Auburn’s Office of Marketing and Communications today announced that the event will mark Auburn fans’ final opportunity to roll the Toomer’s Oaks before the trees are removed.
“The Oaks at Toomer’s Corner have been a part of Auburn tradition for generations,†said Debbie Shaw, Auburn University vice president for alumni affairs and executive director of the Auburn Alumni Association, said in a press release. “Their removal will in no way diminish the Auburn Spirit, which has grown even stronger during these past two years.â€
A date for the oaks removal has yet to be determined but according to a press release “members of the university’s Tree Preservation Committee say they do not see the possibility of survival.â€
And there’s more big news. The university will unveil the future landscaping plans for Toomer’s Corner on A-Day as well.
“The architects are combining their expertise and experience with the terrific input from the Auburn Family to come up with a future plan that we will all be proud of,†said Dan King, assistant vice president for Auburn University Facilities Management.
The university and city will create a temporary wire structure to keep the tradition alive after the oaks are gone.
“We want people to be upbeat about the future of this area,†Shaw said. “Rolling the corner is a uniquely Auburn tradition, and whether we roll trees or other structures, the camaraderie and sense of togetherness is part of what makes Auburn a special place.â€
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Sad day indeed. Not sure what they really need to change as far as a future plan for Toomer's. The two main oaks were definitely the center piece but they didn't take up that much room. Tons of trees to roll and I'd think they'd try to bring in suitable replacement trees for that particular spot. Hope they're not planning on making wholesale changes to that area.
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Sad day indeed. Not sure what they really need to change as far as a future plan for Toomer's. The two main oaks were definitely the center piece but they didn't take up that much room. Tons of trees to roll and I'd think they'd try to bring in suitable replacement trees for that particular spot. Hope they're not planning on making wholesale changes to that area.
Doubles my efforts to make the A-day game.
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Fuck Updyke, Finebaum, and the rest of the Shanes of that fanbase.
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Fuck Updyke, Finebaum, and the rest of the Shanes of that INBRED fanbase.
Fixed that for ya
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Better get that A Day ticket early, that's for sure. This will be the last hoorah and a good one for the kids. I can't wait to plant the new ones for hopefully our great great grand's to be able to roll.
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Better get that A Day ticket early, that's for sure. This will be the last hoorah and a good one for the kids. I can't wait to plant the new ones for hopefully our great great grand's to be able to roll.
They'll plant full grown trees (WOTS).
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Fuck Updyke, Finebaum, and the rest of the Shanes of that fanbase.
Just more reason to hate the fuckers:
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Here you go. WE @CrimsonCorner: @WarBlogle It will be a great day for the state of Alabama when those stupid trees are forever gone!
It would be a momentous day for the State if the bammers like this, their wives, and children (AKA cousins/nieces/nephews) would burst in to flames.
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Just more reason to hate the fudgeers:
It would be a momentous day for the State if the bammers like this, their wives, and children (AKA cousins/nieces/nephews) would burst in to flames.
What amazes me is that there are what I would consider otherwise intelligent people that feel the same as this guy out there. They think that it was all overblown. If the damage were done to the chimes or walk of famous drunks, I wonder if they would think it overblown.
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What amazes me is that there are what I would consider otherwise intelligent people that feel the same as this guy out there. They think that it was all overblown. If the damage were done to the chimes or walk of famous drunks, I wonder if they would think it overblown.
They'd think it's worse.
From what I've gathered from listening to idiots in real life and idiots on Finebaum and reading vomit spewed by idiots on message boards, they truly believe they are "just trees" that don't stand for anything meaningful.
If someone blew up the chimes or truly chopped off Bryant's statue head or smashed Saban's statue to pieces, they'd want the governor to sanction Auburn University.
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If someone blew up the chimes or truly chopped off Bryant's statue head or smashed Saban's statue to pieces, they'd want the governor to sanction Auburn University.
And every one of those things can be easily replaced.
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http://www.collegeandmagnolia.com/2013/2/4/3950174/farewell-to-a-friend
Farewell to a Friend
By PlainsmanParkingLot on Feb 4, 8:17a +
The University sent out the final word. The Toomer's Oaks are coming down. It's time to say one final goodbye.
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"A date for the trees’ removal has not been set"
-Auburn University
It’s rare that ten simple words can be strung together to form such a verbal gutpunch. I read that sentence, buried in a University press release multiple times before being able to continue. There it was. Ten simple words that eliminated any hope Auburn fans had that the Toomer’s Oaks could be saved. They were coming down.
It was now time to say goodbye.
If I used the Kubler-Ross model then this news would be the first step of "acceptance". I had been stuck between "depression" and "bargaining" for a while. "Anger" left long ago and when it subtly returned on Friday I was flooded with the reasoning behind it.
I’ve had some friends ask why I was so upset when I learned that the Oaks were poisoned. Why I shut my door at work, turned off my phone, and buried my head in my hands after reading the press release for the fifth time.
I was angry for so many reasons. I was furious that the trees had been poisoned out of spite and righteous vengeance that was fueled by half-truths and a need for fame on a popular radio show. I was enraged that it was a slow process. That I would have to slowly watch something die and be reminded every time I went downtown for drinks with friends. I was incensed that a experience that was uniquely Auburn has now been taken from me. When I have children, I will not be able to take them to the corner and celebrate. I will never be able to see the joy in their faces as they try to heave roll after roll of toilet paper. That moment will never be and for that, I was irate.
The anger was gone. The depression had been overcome. The bargaining was for nothing.
All that was left was to accept and the press release opened that door. It proved that there was no more fighting. It was over.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.*
- Troilus And Cressida Act 3, scene 3,
I went by Toomer’s early Sunday morning. For one last goodbye. Just me and the Oaks. I touched them as close as I could from behind the barriers. The barriers initially used to protect the trees while the University tried to discover courses of actions to save two trees that meant so much to so many people. That were a common connection between millions of students, alumni, residents. A bond that made each of us "kin".
I also apologized. I apologized to taking the Oaks for granted. I’m a local. I grew up in Opelika. I’ve been visiting and rolling the trees for my entire life and have never known a time when they weren’t there. Because they’ve always stood, and because I could never imagine a world when they weren’t there, I had never truly appreciated them until now. For that, I was and am, regretful.
It’s difficult to explain why a tree can mean so much to a small Alabama town. Historically, the corner signified the beginning of the city of Auburn and the campus of Auburn University. The Oaks stood at the apex of that corner and the significance of that position can’t be understated. The corner might have marked the limit; the barrier where one place ended and one place began; but the trees were able to mix in between both of them. The roots needed both the city and the campus to live. They reached, mingled, and connected. They showed how both the city and the campus needed each other to live. They are symbiotically linked and one grows stronger and feeds the other. The Oaks were the bloom of that simultaneous growth.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left.
- The Giving Tree, Shel Silverstein
The Oaks have given so much to the University, to the Alumni, to the city of Auburn. The Oaks gave Auburn a place to meet, to celebrate, to reflect. They didn’t ask for anything. They just were, like many things, quiet and strong.
I’m sure I will attend the "Final Ceremony" on April 20th, but I needed a private moment. The Oaks. These beautiful and inspiring trees. Their time was ending.
I took time on Sunday morning to touch the trees one last time. I said goodbye.
Farewell Old Friend.
Thank You for being a symbol of strength.
Thank You for inspiring millions.
Thank You for uniting a town, a University, a community.
Farewell Old Friend.
Thank You for the memories.
Thank You for the celebrations.
Thank You for being Auburn.
Farewell Old Friend.
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Fuck. There's something in my eye.
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http://www.collegeandmagnolia.com/2013/2/4/3950174/farewell-to-a-friend
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Fuck. There's something in my eye.
Balls?
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Balls?
I thought those would be on his chin?
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Balls?
There a time and a place for this kind of response and this wasn't it. Disappointed in you.
I am devastated over our loss. My hatred for that inbred fuck and his fanbase knows no bounds. I hope that some night he just quietly disappears from his bed and no one ever knows what happened to him.
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There a time and a place for this kind of response and this wasn't it. Disappointed in you.
Seriously...kiss my ass Jen. I am as devastated as I can be, but this is the X get over yourself.
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There a time and a place for this kind of response and this wasn't it. Disappointed in you.
you are correct. i think it would have been more appropriate if his response was directed at AWK or Vandy Vol. in this case a more appropriate response would have been a 13 year old asian girl.
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you are correct. i think it would have been more appropriate if his response was directed at AWK or Vandy Vol. in this case a more appropriate response would have been a 13 year old asian girl.
So vagina juice it is then? The jokes vagina juice?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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It's tough because I feel like by saying the tradition won't be the same lets the fucking updykes win.
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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.
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So vagina juice it is then? The jokes vagina juice?
Oh yeah...the jerk store called!
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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^^^
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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.
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I hate every one of those cocksuckers!
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Karma is a motherfucker...and I hope they burn.
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Karma is a motherfucker...and I hope they burn.
No shit!
They haven't been shit in football since the fucker did that....
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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.
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So no balls?
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So no balls?
Nope. She's still got em' in the jar on her......Oh...you were talking about...
Never mind.
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No shit!
They haven't been shit in football since the fucker did that....
Don't be short sighted. Also, they are fucking scum.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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.
will this tiki bar sell lemonade?
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will this tiki bar sell lemonade?
Blasphemy! I'm gonna shut this thread down!!!
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will this tiki bar sell lemonade?
You'll have to go across the street for that.
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You'll have to go across the street for that.
I thought you were a lawyer that cared. So, by saying that if I walk across the street and get hit by a car...wait, I see what you are getting at...
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I thought you were a lawyer that cared. So, by saying that if I walk across the street and get hit by a car...wait, I see what you are getting at...
And you wondered why he was setting up that booth on the other corner...
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And you wondered why he was setting up that booth on the other corner...
I was hoping that it was a kissing booth.
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Do any of you have the same bad feeling I have that Harvey Updyke will never really be brought to any modicum of justice for this? That somehow, someway, this is just going to go away in April and the TAHD Nation will sling it in our faces forever?
Fuck them all in advance.