THE END OF THE ROAD IS NOT REALLY THE END
In the end he stayed.
With his alma mater calling, offering the opportunity to transfer from leader of a new money team with almost no tradition to lead of one of college football's greatest families, Les Miles chose to stay. Was it really a hard decision? It shouldn't have been.
THE SEC CHAMPIONSHIP
Here we go. A balmy December day inside the Georgia Dome. Seats in the open air press box smack on the fifty yard line for the SEC Championship between LSU and Tennessee. The dress code? Suits and seater vests, apparently. But no one sent Going South the memo so we're here, representing in our tattered jeans, and Waxman's latest thrift shop jumper. We stick out like thick thighs in mini-skirts. And you know that's the way we like it. Life couldn't taste any sweeter if you made it with Splenda.
SING US A SONG ABOUT THE SEC
If ever there was a week to compose pen an SEC football rendition of We Didn't Start the Fire, this was it. And even though last week, the conference had two insta-classics (ARK-LSU, UT-UK), the new parody lyrics could be derived entirely solely from the off the field events exploits of the past five days. Hirings, firings, resignings and re-signings -- the AP wire was jammed with SEC stories. If only Tthe Piano Man dug football like he does sailing.
Feel free to sing along.
BUT FIRST, HOW ABOUT SOME AT&T VIDEO SHARE PICTIONARY?
ANN'S BURGER SHACK: HOLY COW
Today, the words rattle onto the keyboard slowly, sluggishly -- our bellies full of meat. Our minds, full of bliss.
Three words: Ann's Burger Shack. If I was a cow, this is where I'd like to end up. Fifteen miles north of downtown Atlanta, ground up, fried by Anne and shoveled into a roadtripper's mouth. Either that, or somewhere in India, where I wouldn't be eaten at all, but instead worshiped as a holy representative of divinity on earth. This is the kind of deep stuff Going South is willing to tackle that other sports reporters would shy away from.
A look at the top rated burger in the U.S.A.
MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
I have been on a crusade to find the answer to a question about a timeout. And after six days of searching I am no closer than when I began.
I think by "balls" he means "brain farts".
MASCOT POWER AND SADE
Robbie Robertson, everyone's favorite non-lead vocalist frontman, put it best: "The Road... it's a goddamn impossible way of life." In that spirit, Going South is starting to wind things down. In less than a week, we'll be vacating the old Impala and trading in our walking shoes for fur-lined loafers.
What's that? You thought we were going to leave you without doing one last update on the SEC Mascot Power Rankings? In the words of the inimitable Sade in her classic ballad, Lover's Rock, I couldn't do that.
Great album, by the way. Slide that in the old compact disc player and you can't help but fall headfirst into a swirling pool of romance and sensuality.
MR. WONDERFUL EVEN MORE WONDERFUL THAN WE THOUGHT
Lost amid the hubbub surrounding the Iron Bowl was our favorite Auburn story since Tigers all-everything, Quentin Groves, taught his pass rushing techniques to us.
On Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, we were two cars back at a stoplight on College Street when all of a sudden -- bam! -- a crash.
Groves restored calm to the grizzly scene.
WHERE DID ALL THE ANGER GO?
The Iron Bowl... the most heralded rivalry in all of college sports. Its vaunted history is filled with such mutual contempt that for nearly half a century, the teams refused to play each other. There have been battles over the ticket split, location and referee loyalties, which is to say nothing of the epic duels that have been seared into the collective Alabama memory.
The band makes its way to Jordan-Hare Stadium. And Glory.
AUBURN FANDEMONIUM: AN EXERCISE IN RESTRAINT
Toomer or not Toomer-- that was the question. Whether 'tis nobler to have a picture in the mind than to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageously sauced fans? Translation: After Auburn's 17-10 win over Alabama, did we really want to dispel the quaint notion in our heads about this most- talked about of traditions?
In the end, we decided that, yes, if you're in Auburn on the day of a football win tis required to check out the rolling of Toomer's Corner.
I'm dreaming of a white Thanksgiving.
DASHED HOPES AND EXTENDED METAPHORS
In the recently established SEC tradition of creating analogies that are sure to call down hellfire and brimstone and cause others to question my perspective and mental health, today feels like the morning after Gettysburg.
There is no joy in Mudville. Despite this beautiful photograph.