So does anybody else wonder where Kaos encountered the Bammers that started all this for him? I'm betting at Lowe's.
I lived nearly four decades in the shadow of Turdscaloosa. 40 miles or less. For almost ten years I lived IN Tuscaloosa. I owned businesses there.
I saw them in their natural habitat. I saw and heard what they said about us, how they truly felt. When I was a department head at a large company there I was often in meetings with the North River crowd. I heard first-hand how the rich and hidden conspired to destroy and defame all things Auburn. Was painfully aware of the schemes and means they used to buy players and steer players away from Auburn.
Beyond that? I went from third grade to graduation without ever being able to go to school on the Monday after the Iron Bowl without a loss. When I was a small child, things were fairly even. Over my formative years I watched as Bryant destroyed the entire state, I saw the paradigm shift in fandom from something close to a 50-50 split to every redneck, dipshit, fuckstick, asswipe putting on a crimson cap. I always rationalized to myself that we didn't want those jackasses anyway.
SIDEBAR:
I know this family, about 18 strong. They switch allegiances almost from year to year. As I've known them I've seen them adorned in Tennessee gear, Boston Red Sox gear, Patriots gear, Saints gear, Mississippi State gear, Cardinals gear... I always make bets on what they're going to show up in next. What's worse is that they pretend they've always been fans. When they were wearing Boston gear they tried to talk to me about Big Papi. I asked what they thought about Nomar, Papelbon, Ted Williams, Bill Buckner... total blanks. No idea who any of them were. These fucks wore Auburn gear in 2010. They had Bama shit on in 2012. I hate these type of people.
Back to regular programming:
Even though we rationally don't want all those dumbasses on the AU bandwagon, it did make living in this state practically unbearable for many, many years.
Those of you who weren't alive for it -- and I've said this a hundred times -- have ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE what life was like then. What it was like to be treated as if you were subhuman, as if you were less intelligent than the fucking grease monkey who was working on your car, as if you were beneath people merely because you wore orange and blue. What pisses me off more than anything in the world is that in the last five years or so, we've allowed that same unwarranted arrogance to seep back into daily life and we've done very little about it. We "take the high road" and don't hit back. I know what happens when we take that high road. I watched Shug Jordan always be a gentleman and refuse to sully himself like Bryant did. As much as I love the man, revere what he did for Auburn and honor his legacy there are times I wish he'd punched that motherfucker square in the face and stomped his guts out.
Think what you want, make all the comments you want, roll your eyes all you want. I know what's what because I've lived it before. I'm not going to suffer it quietly again.