My step-father is a pilot. He just sent me a note about he followed the Auburn game last night:

I was able to watch the first quarter at my hotel in Long Beach, then I had to head to the airport to get ready for my flight home (all the while getting scoring updates from Yahoo! on my phone).

We took off just after half-time began, climbed to 37,000 feet and with each frequency change (about 10 to 15 minutes apart) I asked our new controller if they had a score.

Of course, I didn’t even have to tell them WHAT score I was looking for.

While we were in Denver Center’s airspace, I received the final score … to which I appropriately commented, “War Eagle!”

The controller said, “Say again?”

I replied with, “War Eagle! It’s a Auburn thing.”

He said, “Understood.”