Congratulations to Auburn, king of all the land of college football. Drink of it deeply, Tigers, because it could all come crashing down next week, the week after that, the week after that, or.....oh, you get the point. But, even if the NCAA does strap C4 to everyone and everything associated with Auburn and presses "detonate," they can never take away the joy, rage, a little more rage, happiness, a sprinkling of additional rage and finally, the total elation you experienced. And I hate you for it. For I am an Ole Miss fan and will never see that mountaintop.
(To put it in "God thing" terms for Auburn fans, we will never cross the river into Canaan. We're going to die in that desert, not even making the climb up Mt. Tabor to catch a glimpse of the Promised Land.)
So, on that uplifting note, another season of college football comes to a close. The show will still go on around here, mostly with the help of duct tape and the old Merv Griffin Show set that I found in the dumpster out back. I advise you to get your emotional and physical rest over the next eight months before we have to do it all again. The next few months are especially critical because come May or June, this is directly in our path:
As the great Bodhi from Point Break said before riding off into the Mexican desert, "Yo, Johnny! I see you in the next life!"