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Where the Sidewalk Ends

For whoever makes a shelter of reeds and hides has joined his spirit to the common destiny of creatures and he will subside back into the primal mud with scarcely a cry. But who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe and so it was with these masons however primitive their works may seem to us.

– Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

A Drug Called Tradition has reached the place where the sidewalk ends and walked with a walk that is measured and slow, into a strange new world.
Where the Sidewalk Ends

3SIB We encourage you to follow us — to 3rd Saturday in Blogtober — or as we like to call it: Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West Meets the Evening Amber in the East.

We’ve already introduced ourselves in that bloody coliseum of spit and hate. So join us where October’s sanguine moon always shines the field on that sacred fall Saturday. Beware: the Alabama folks smell of sweet cigars, and the Tennessee people… well… they just smell of rotted cheese and Jack Daniels.

Thank you readers, commenters, and everyone else.  The pleasure’s all on this side of the table, trust us.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns
crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

– Shel Silverstein

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Former SEC Coaches Update

Tuberville Expecting Big Signing Day for Second Year in a Row…

…But this year he will actually have one.

Former Auburn head coach, Tommy Tuberville, will serve as a guest analyst on ESPN’s National Signing Day show, Wednesday Feb. 4th, 2009. Tuberville HeadsetTuberville, who suffered one of the biggest signing day letdowns of his career one year ago while still at AU, will offer “analysis from a coach’s perspective” on the all-day recruiting bonanza, ESPNU Recruiting Insider: National Signing Day, which airs from 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., CST.

“He’s a natural,” ESPN recruiting expert, Tom Luginbill, said of Tuberville’s ability as a talking head. “[A]s far as being able to communicate and getting your point across concisely and articulately, he’s going to be awesome.”

So you mean he’s good at getting his point across to the people who follow recruiting…just not to the people being recruited? Oh, ok.

Croom Returning to the NFL

Former Mississippi State head coach, Sylvester Croom, has taken a job coaching running backs with the St. Louis Rams. Croom HeadsetCroom says he doesn’t regret a thing about his five-year coaching stint at MSU, and he’s happy that his tenure showed progression in the way the SEC and the South is viewed by the rest of the nation.

“I think some of the myths about minorities not being able to function or lead a program, particularly in the South…I think we destroyed those,” the former All-American Alabama center said.

You damn right, Sly. Hope to see you back in college football again someday.

Fulmer Enjoying Snack Time More Than Ever

That’s about it on Fulmer.

Fulmer Krispy Kreme

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