This is the Friday Tailgate, the virtual tent under which we congregate to share music, revelry, and rascalry while we wait for toe to meet leather on Saturday afternoon. Maestro, the music for the oldest rivalry in all of Southern football:
I’ve spent a lot of time around Auburn folks in my day. To paraphrase former Auburn city treasurer Bilbo Baggins, I know half of them half as well as I should like. But I like less than half of them twice as much as they deserve. They’re mostly a harmless lot most of the time, but there’s a certain vocal minority who have the self-awareness of a newborn lamb and smell half as nice.