Auburn 37, Florida State 31.
Championship night, I will be out in my barn, I have an orange sweatshirt I’ll be wearing, and I’ve been practicing “War Eagle!” since the Tigers won the Iron Bowl.
Yeah, I know FSU is a solid favorite, but Auburn got to Pasadena on two miracles and I have a gut feeling another will, indeed, make this Auburn championship one for the ages.
Besides, if you’re keeping count, an Auburn victory would bring the national championship to our state for the fifth consecutive year. That’s pretty neat. And it would, of course, make the SEC home to the national title for eight consecutive years.
A couple of other thoughts:
— Auburn got it right when it hired Gus Malzahn as its head coach.
— Alabama fans are praying that Texas will show up at The Loveliest Village with a ship full of oil money. If I were Texas, he would be first, second, and third on my list. I know he has just signed an extension, but there are buy-out clauses.
— Football has become a 100-yard “basketball” fast break. You know the last team with the ball and 37 seconds left is going to win. I really don’t like it.
All, with one exception, had a Christmas theme. The lone exception was “Get Fuzzy” and it’s a lousy comic anyway. Blondie, Dennis the Menace, and Family Circus were the best.
And don’t ask me why I notice things like that.
Don’t have any, not a single one, because I know exactly what I’m going to do and not do unless fate or the siren of temptation pulls me across the line. I will be honest. Fate I can’t deny, but temptation can often be a challenge.
But in past years in this space I have written an entire column of my resolutions. A recheck of the lists says I have been 100 percent each and every year. ’Course it could be I make resolutions I have no trouble keeping, like in “I will not take up skydiving in the New Year,” and “I will not become a lion tamer in the New Year,” and “I will not ride a hot-air balloon around the world in 80 days in the New Year.”
I think you get the picture. And I’m not all that sure many people make resolutions any longer. Like when have you even heard the subject discussed.?
But I wish a “Happy New Year” for you and yours.
Snyder owns a 225-foot yacht, Shanahan lives in a 35,000-square- foot house, which is probably bigger than Nick Saban’s.
Like I said, don’t ask me why I notice things like that.
Don’t blame them, either.