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Seeing the light

Holiday travels this week, so it might be a bit light here. But there’s a theme! This is Iron Bowl week after all. So let’s talk about football all week. Happy Thanksgiving!

Yesterday we briefly examined a youth “misspent” as an Alabama fan. Today we’ll discuss sorting out the brain washed allegiances and finding what your heart tells you is true and right and just.

This will read like my college decision was centered too much on football. That’s an important part of the culture, but only a side note for me. Education is and has always been an important consideration for me. The program I was interested in at Auburn was great and … well … you’ll see …

The first time I visited Auburn was in the summer of my eighth grade year. It was part of a school trip and the teacher, an Auburn graduate, decided to visit one of the bookstores. This was awkward for me because I was wearing an Alabama shirt at the time.

The visit was brief, though. We got to where we needed to go, participated in the contest we were there to take part in and traveled to Montgomery.

The next visit was a few years later. More school organizations led me to campus for meetings. Being involved in the FFA meant spending more time with ag kids, and that was an important contribution to the exposure. There was also game experiences like this:

I watched Nix-to-Sanders in a hotel room in Montgomery, and — this makes no sense — there was an embodiment of attitude in that team and that game that seemed admirable.

Perhaps most importantly, when I was a high school senior the girl I was dating was a freshman at Auburn. I went to visit early in her freshman year, spent a weekend with friends and had a blast. Everyone was nice and the place was beautiful. And I knew people and all of that was very important to a high school kid.

[She and I dated off and on for the next few years. But being at Auburn never seemed a bad decision. (Except for chemistry classes. Yeesh.)]

I made it home, announced I was going to Auburn and went to my room.

My mother was … less than pleased. “If you’d told me you’d robbed a bank, I would have said ‘That’s OK, son, I still love you.’ But I never, ever, thought you would tell me you were going to Auburn.”

The only thing we’d ever really disagreed about was how to pay for this. There would be a way, said the wide eyed child. The pragmatic parent wasn’t so sure.

That same fall, this happened:

I missed the great comeback because of a flat tire. A flat tire! It would be six or seven years before I actually saw the game. Why LSU was throwing the ball still boggles the mind. But I digress.

I got one scholarship, was able to qualify for good grants and tried to figure out how to live cheaply. And then, just three days after my high school graduation, I was called in for a scholarship interview. I sat in a small room with two older gentlemen and discussed college, life, ambition and study habits. After the meeting I drove to my mother’s business.

“What if I told you they offered me a one-year scholarship?”

“That would be good,” she said.

“What if I told you they offered me a two-year scholarship?”

“That would be good,” she said.

“What if I told you they gave me a three-year scholarship?”

“That would be even better.”

“What if I told you they gave me a four-year scholarship?”

“I would say ‘War Eagle!'”

And so everything was fine.

She still gave me a hard time about all things Auburn, even beyond football. So did the family. I’m the one Auburn person in the bunch in the whole family — both sides! I catch a lot of grief, but it is, usually, all in jest.

And then after a few wonderful years I graduated (in spite of chemistry).

In 2004 I started graduate school at UAB. They all took great pride in pointing out what the A stood for in that acronym.

But no matter. The boy had long since become an Auburn man.

Tomorrow, we’ll dig up some memorable games from my time as an undergrad, as we try to pad out the holiday week. May all your turkeys be delicious, and all your football teams win. Unless that team is Alabama.

Happy Thanksgiving. War Eagle forever.

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21
Nov 11

Growing up an Alabama fan

Holiday travels this week, so it might be a bit light here. But there’s a theme! This is Iron Bowl week after all. So let’s talk about football all week. Happy Thanksgiving!

I was raised in an Alabama family. There’s a lot of this, people associating with that school or, more specifically, the University of Alabama’s football team because they enjoyed a great deal of success in the middle of the 20th century. People like winners, and so all other things being equal, they side with the winner. Happens all the time.

So I had the room decorated in Alabama stuff. I remember watching the funeral procession go by as they drove Paul Bryant’s body from Tuscaloosa to a Birmingham cemetery. I remember the sign hanging from the overpass: God needs a head coach.

Joey Jones was a brilliant wide receiver — he’s now the head coach at South Alabama. Mike Shula was a heroic quarterback — he coached Alabama and is now back in the NFL. Cornelius Bennett was a terror. The Goodes, “From Town Creek, Alllll-a-bama!” Derrick Thomas, Lee Ozmint and more, they were all legends on the radio and heroes when they appeared on television.

They didn’t always play on television back then, even in the 1980s. But they were there often. And when they weren’t, there was radio, with the call by Eli Gold (I’ve always liked him a bit more than most as a play-by-play man). The big games were always on television though. And they don’t come bigger than the Iron Bowl.

The 1984 Iron Bowl was a big game. Shula was Alabama’s quarterback on a bad 4-6 team. Auburn was 8-3 and one win shy of their second straight SEC title and Sugar Bowl bid. But Bo Jackson went the wrong way as a blocking back on fourth-and-goal:

The next year there was The Kick*:

Football was a big deal, but not the biggest deal. During part of that game I was outside tossing a ball around in the yard. My neighbor was an older kid. He would stand on one end of his yard and throw huge, deep bombs to me on the other end of my yard. It had to be three-tenths of a mile. He’d hurl it high and I’d catch the ball in my arms and it hurt, but he was clearly athletic. I remember my mother would come outside and tell me what this Bo Jackson guy was doing, and how Alabama was stopping him, or struggling to do so.

My neighbor would go on to break many of Bo Jackson’s high school football records, at the same school. He would play a little college football in Tennessee before his career was over. On the other side of my house was another neighbor who was a state champion high school quarterback. Talented neighborhood.

And that was the world I grew up in, in a world where the joke is you declare your allegiance when you move in or you’re assigned from birth. With no real earned allegiances elsewhere, the University of Alabama was the first choice.

It was not to last, and I think it started right here, in 1992, watching Pat Dye’s last game at Auburn. I was at my step-grandparents house. Alabama won, but this was a somber moment, the circumstances that precipitated his resignation notwithstanding:

Tomorrow, we’ll briefly discuss becoming an Auburn man through the football lens.

* Here’s a fun anecdote stemming from that game, a few decades later and from a living piece of Auburn history:

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20
Nov 11

Catching up

At the Samford game, where all the girls say “Warrrr Eagle!”

Or is that a yawn? Hard to tell.

As to this guy, I have no idea. That’s not true. I have some idea. I think he’s from the 1970s and has a time machine.

This guy got into the game early, and stayed with it the entire afternoon:

Tiger claw. Looks a bit purplish, though:

I’m not sure if she and her sister watched any of the game, but both of their parents spent the entire four quarters with binoculars to their eyes:

Future’s so bright …

It was actually a bit warm when the sun came out from behind the clouds to check on the game. When the sun was off working elsewhere, however, and the wind was blowing in from the north, there was a bit of a chill. Altogether a lovely day to spend outside with friends.

The multiple tiger stripe patterns confuse other animals in the wild:

Mr. Penny does push ups for the team, and he’s a fixture on the wall in the north end zone. Great guy. He works in the local school system, is one of those people who you never see without a smile on his face and loves the kids he works with.

This last year the community raised money (some $9,000 that turned into tickets for the Pennys, new luggage and season tickets this year, and then they had to ask people to stop donating) to send him to the national championship game in Arizona. Wonderful story, which you can hear him talk about here.

“Mr. Penny said that.”

This little guy was not happy the early goings on of the game:

Everything all worked out in the end:

Meanwhile, at the movies, we watched that wretched film last week with a flat Edward and a homecoming queen:

My girls at play:

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19
Nov 11

Samford at Auburn

Another beautiful day at Jordan-Hare Stadium:

Samford University’s football team traveled to Auburn for homecoming. My terrific employer facing off against my beloved alma mater. Both teams entered 6-4, and Auburn should have handled the game with ease. No matter what happened, though, I should enjoy the day, right? I’ve looked forward to this game more than any other this year.

There are so many common ties between the teams and the schools, even though they are very different sizes and have different specialties and different formational history. Both play similar styles of football right now, and there are a handful of familiar faces on the Samford sideline.

Also, if you read the site yesterday you saw that Auburn’s first Heisman winner, Pat Sullivan, was returning home as the coach of Samford. They honored him in the pregame with a nice little ceremony:

And then Samford gave Auburn all they wanted and more for three quarters. Auburn would win by a 35-16 margin, but it stayed very close far longer than it should have. But the Tigers won homecoming. Samford played hard, like you’d expect a Sullivan team to perform. The Auburn Alumni Band marched. And there was a little bit of history:

Sophomore Mike Dyer became the 10th leading rusher all time at Auburn on that very play. The guy he passed to take over the 10th spot? James Joseph, who coaches running backs at Samford.

Up next, deep breath, Iron Bowl.

Tomorrow: Crowd shots from the game.

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18
Nov 11

Pat Sullivan returns to Auburn

I wrote this over the summer, but since the magazine didn’t feel it necessary to pay me … I’m just reprinting the thing. Pat Sullivan’s had a full career in football. Now he’s returning to his alma mater to stand on the visitor’s sideline for the first time when his Samford Bulldogs (6-4, 4-4) are the guest at Auburn’s homecoming, where he will be honored.

Forty years is a long time to be a sports hero. Pat Sullivan has been doing this for a long time, and does it with the grace and ease of a Southern gentleman.

If you haven’t been following his career: after his most recent stop at Auburn as a quarterbacks coach (1986-1991) he spent five years at TCU as the head coach, seven seasons as the offensive coordinator at UAB and has been the head coach at Samford University in Birmingham for the last five seasons. Now, at 61-years-young, his passion for the game is as strong is ever. His grip is still like stone.

If you have been following Sullivan from a distance, the answer to the first, most important, question is good news after his medical scare seven years ago.

“My health is great. The good Lord has taken care of me. I had throat cancer, base of the tongue cancer. It was a tough battle, but I am cancer-free. I’m doing well,” Sullivan said.

Such a health scare does something to a man. In 2004 Sullivan said the awards don’t matter. When someone puts odds on your survivability, he said, what matters are faith, family and health. His inner-strength served him well. He beat cancer and only missed one game during his treatment.

The whistle is tucked away for the summer, it was the day after the Bulldogs wrapped up their spring practice, but a coach’s job is never done. He was conducting exit interviews with his players around our conversation.

“We’re on a fine line. We need everybody to have a good summer. We need our freshmen to come in. If everything could fall into place I think we could have a good football team,” Sullivan said.

Sullivan was relaxed in his office, which still feels new. There are framed portraits waiting to be hanged. He works out of the handsome new field house at Seibert Stadium on the Samford campus, not too far from where he attended high school. This is home. He looks upon the stops in his career with gratitude, but he’s happy to be here.

“My father came to school here. He played on the first (then named Howard College) football team. He was struggling with cancer about the time I got the job so it was special to be able to come here,” Sullivan remembers.

Bringing in the Auburn-great was the start of a significant chapter in Samford’s sporting history. Samford soon joined the Southern Conference and now lines up against schools like Chattanooga, The Citadel and Appalachian State.

“It’s where I wanted to come and try to do something that you could be proud of. We changed conferences, built up our facilities, really raised our level. We’re not there yet, but we’ve made tremendous strides,” Sullivan said.

“(Samford University president Dr. Andrew) Westmoreland is committed to making Samford not only the great academic institution that it is, but also feels that there’s a place for athletics and he wanted to help the student-athletes with the visibility of the university and to help grow the university.”

And here Sullivan is content.

“Being from Birmingham, and having an opportunity to do what I love to do and hopefully help mentor guys and build a bridge and take them to manhood and build those relationships in my hometown was special to me. Having the opportunity to come to Samford … a place that I think is a special place, it doesn’t get any better than that.”

There was a game film running on his television screen. Family photographs rest in neat frames on furniture behind his desk. There are six shelves across from his desk, stocked with books and pictures. Two helmets are displayed, one a Samford helmet and the other from the Denver Broncos. If he’s not studying film, or sitting at the small round table for close conversation, he can glance at five footballs dotting the room, each with their own memories.

When he left Auburn at the beginning of 1992 he headed west, to TCU. The Horned Frogs at that time were nothing like Rose Bowl team you see now. That first spring he counted 53 players in his first practice. They ran their drills on the intramural fields, because they had no other alternative. During recruiting season they locked up the weight room. They didn’t want to show it to recruits. And yet he still claimed a co-championship in the Southwestern Conference, a coach of the year award and managed to land some guy named LaDainian Tomlinson.

He was at UAB when he found out about the cancer. Even this, he said was God putting him where he needed to be. Without the treatment he received at UAB he believes he might not be here today. This isn’t a misty eyed sentiment for Sullivan, simply a statement of fact. And so in the many twists and turns that can come to a college coach and his family, these seem like good ones.

For more than a few reasons Sullivan says he believes he’s right where he’s supposed to be. His wife, Jean, is also from Birmingham. Half of their grandchildren are there. The rest are not too far away, in Mississippi.

“I’d like to keep coaching for a while. I feel good. I’m excited about our staff. There’s some things I’d like to see get done here,” he said. And then he pauses ever so briefly. “Being around the players and watching them grow and develop, that’s what you get out of it.”

Sullivan looks at his career through those relationships he’s cultivated along the way. His Heisman Trophy experience was no different.

Back in those days the announcement came as a halftime feature during the Georgia-Georgia Tech game. Instead of being on the front row in New York, Sullivan was in Auburn.

“We were actually at practice that day because we had Alabama on Saturday. My parents had come down to hear the announcement … Our TV went on the blink so we had to go rent a room at the Heart of Auburn. We watched it on TV just like everybody else,” Sullivan said.

Sullivan, perhaps the last Heisman Trophy winner to stay at the Heart of Auburn, says his room number has been lost to history. There are plenty of clear memories from the night, though.

“After the announcement we went back over to (Beard-Eaves-Memorial) Coliseum and all my teammates, coaches and their families, (Auburn President Dr. Harry) Philpot and Coach Jeff Beard (then the Auburn athletic director) were all there and I was able to share that with them. That was something that I’ll never forget because I know I didn’t win it by myself, they were a part of it.”

There’s often that theme of humility, the notion of shared success when you ask Pat Sullivan to talk about his career. He is eager to spread the credit. Even that upcoming statue of his likeness outside the stadium, he says, is just as much for his contemporaries as anyone. To him, seeing the famous seven jersey as a sculpture is flattering, but more for family and teammates. “They’ll all take pride in it, and that will be nice.”

For fans from the good old days it was nice to see Pat Sullivan get so much airtime at the Heisman presentation last December. He says he and his wife go for the presentation as often as possible to catch up with his friends in that rarified football fraternity. Being the charter member of the Auburn chapter is nice, too.

“Over the years Bo and I have gotten fairly close. I would hope to do the same thing with Cam. It creates a responsibility. I don’t know that you understand that at the time. As time goes on you understand what a platform you can have, if you want to use it,” Sullivan said.

It comes up. Sullivan downplays how it might be mentioned when he’s recruiting young players to join him at Samford, conceding that “occasionally” something may be said, but notes high school students are more “in the moment people.”

More important to Sullivan is something else he sees in the young players. “They want to respect you for who you are.”

Still, that big Heisman ring does draw attention.

Samford players have a handful of new faces coaching them this year. Some are familiar to Auburn fans. Antonio Carter ran routes at Alabama from 2000-2004 and he’s now coaching receivers for the Bulldogs. Travis Trickett, the son of former Auburn position coach Rick Trickett, is coaching tight ends and slot receivers. Rory Segrest returned to Samford to coach on the defensive side of the ball. He played at Alabama and has worked in the Philadelphia Eagles organization.

Auburn fans might have noticed this offseason when Sullivan announced his new offensive coordinator, Rhett Lashlee, who learned the game under the professor of high-speed football, Gus Malzahn.

“I’m very excited with our staff. There’s a newness and some enthusiasm. I feel very good about our staff and our players. I’m excited about next fall,” Sullivan said.

When homecoming rolls around and Auburn hosts Samford, even the stadium announcer might be winded. Lashlee has promised the Bulldogs will have an approach similar to what Auburn has been practicing the last few years.

“We started last year with that kind of philosophy. Rhett, with his knowledge as well as some of the other coaches, all of them have bought in. It’s been very good so far,” Sullivan said.

Sullivan coached at Auburn during the Dye-era and called games on the Auburn Network prior to that, but this fall will be his first time to see Jordan-Hare from the visitor’s sideline.

“I haven’t given it a lot of thought yet. On one hand it will be special to go back. It will be great exposure for Samford. I’m sure as it gets closer I’ll see a lot of friends, but I think it will be a fun time for my family and my grandkids to be able to go back. But it will be a business trip too.”

Time doesn’t stand still, even for the immortals of sport. Even for heroes, there’s a common question.

“Where did the time go?”

Then that contentment shines through again.

“I say it all the time: what you get out of athletics, when it is all said and done, it’s not how many touchdowns you threw, how many tackles you made or bowls you win, but it is the relationships that last a lifetime. That’s what special. To see those guys, to keep up with them, that’s important.

“I’m sure, going out to the stadium, I’ll have a lot of special memories.”

That’s what homecomings are for.

In a way, maybe he never really left. There’s the Heisman, the retired jersey and the famous picture of Sullivan and Terry Beasley by the scoreboard. A few years back Auburn honored Sullivan with the Walter Gilbert Award, given to former athletes based on their achievements after their time on campus. Auburn athletics director Jay Jacobs called Sullivan “an iconic figure” that “has been a tremendous ambassador.” You’ll hear that sort of thing about Pat Sullivan if you ask around, but the College Football Hall of Famer simplifies this beyond humility.

“Wherever you go basically somebody will stop and associate you with playing ball or what you’re doing now,” Sullivan said.

There’s clearly more to that story of what such a man has meant to his alma mater over 40 years, but Sullivan is more interested in the upcoming football season than bragging on himself. In fact, there is a line of players waiting outside his office. They’re laughing, at ease with the end of spring ball, comfortable with their coach. They, too, see a man who enjoys his sense of place.