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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.
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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Loud noises over at 3rd Saturday in Blogtober, where the college football playoff debate is piping hot.
Think about it, if Alabama wins, the big story is a 12-0 regular season and shedding of the six-year rabid monkey. If Auburn wins, the big story is Seven-in-a-Row and ruining its rival’s perfect regular season.
Magazine publishers know ‘Bama fans are sick and will bankrupt their families by purchasing thousands of copies of any publication with “The Tahd” or “Nick Savior” on the cover. Therefore, it’s no surprise that in Saban’s two years, Alabama football has been featured on several different magazine covers, including Forbes, which so masterfully connected the dots between money, power, and expectation this past summer.
With last week’s release of Sporting News Magazine’s Crimson/White cover feature, we decided to recap the Saban/’Bama covers since “The Savior” came to Tuscaloosa:
Other UA coaches have been on magazine covers, most notably Bahr Bryant, who graced too many to list here. But our research unearthed two of our favorites, both from January 1980. Apparently Funky Fresh Magazine and Rowing Monthly were obscure publications owned by the same publisher, and the same photo-shoot was used for both editions that month:
This is Part One of a five-part series counting down the greatest Iron Bowls of all-time. This year’s game will be played Saturday, November 29th, 2008. The titles for each game are taken from Bill Cromartie’s Braggin’ Rights, the authority on every Iron Bowl ever played.
Nov. 27th, 1971 – Legion Field, Birmingham, Ala.
Alabama 31 Auburn 7
This game must be included on the list, not because the actual on-the-field show was amazingly spectacular, but because it is the only time in history both schools entered the matchup undefeated, untied, unblemished. The fight held national championship implications for both teams. It’s a game often forgotten or overlooked, all these years later, but the days, weeks, months leading up to it were filled with a psychotic level of hype that may never be matched.