Fourth Quarter, 1:25 Remaining, Fourth and Fifteen, One Play, Three Points...

The difference in a Number 7 team and a Number 25 team. What a game, though, even if we did wind up losing. Georgia showed some real poise, dang it all, and managed to hold it together long enough to get that one play. Game of inches, any given Saturday and all.

Oh well, time to start beating the drum for the Bama game. For those of you outside of Alabama, the Auburn-Alabama game is religious in its fervor. It is one of the defining questions of who you are, much like "sweet or unsweet," "inside meat or outside," "chopped or sliced," or "Winn Dixie or Food World." Around here, answering something like "Notre Dame" to the question of who you pull for is more or less a self-imposed sentence of exile. Oh, people will be nice to your face, but once you leave they will talk bad about you. In mean, cruel tones. In the end, there are only two schools--Auburn or Alabama. That's it.

As part of each side's attempt to sway public opinion, there is a near-constant barrage of verbal sparring. Auburn-Alabama joke books are one of the state's major industries, and are the staple of political and religious speeches, as well as fodder for the break room.

Not one to allow such high culture to be sequestered within our borders, and realizing what a bully pulpit a somewhat regularly read blog can be, Possumblog will hereby unleash upon the unwitting world a Week of Wittitude featuring a daily joke skewering the Crimson Tide. Those of you who don't appreciate someone picking on the precious Crimson and White are welcome to start your own list. Today's installment begins:

Two Alabama Law School grads went out to Colorado to hunt elk. They had a wonderful guide and managed to bag six of the magnificent animals. After they were finished for the trip, they made their way back to the bush plane, only to be met with the worried look of their pilot. "Fellows, those are some prime animals, but I'm afraid they're going to be too big to take back with us--we've only got enough space for you and four of the elk." Both of the Bama grads started showing off their skills in legalese, threatening action for breech of contract, fraud, and every other thing imaginable, and finally wound it all up in the end by saying "And furthermore, when we came out here last year we killed elk, too, and we flew in a plane just like this one--the exact same model, in fact! We are NOT leaving our elk."

Although still frightened, the pilot feared he had no choice, and after a while elk, equipment, guns and men were crammed into the tiny plane. It sputtered and wobbled and managed at the last minute to become airborne. It was not to last, though, as after only a few miles the engine began to lose power and finally ground to a stop. After a terrifying crash into a snowbank, the men were able to drag themselves from the wreckage. Although the plane was a total loss, they had all survived.

The pilot said, "I think I know where we are..." and one of the Bama grads said, "Yeah, me too! This looks like it's about a mile from where we crashed last year!"

Thank you, thank you...I'll be here all week.

BUT, right now I have to go prepare to give a presentation, and I will not be back until later on this afternoon, so I will catch you up on everything else upon my return.
posted by Terry at 9:54:00 AM