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  1. Kinda off topic...sorry. I plan on taking my son to his first AU game for the bowl game. Will AU be home or away?...and what section should I look for tickets? I don't want his first experience to be in the middle of the opposing team's fans...lol.
  2. Don't have the post count to start a new thread, but thought this was interesting...flame away...lol.
  3. splang

    2 UGA tickets

    Sorry for the late reply. I've got 2 i'm trying to get rid of. Section 11, row 13, aisle seats. $300 for the pair.
  4. I saw where they are passing out decals for students at the games...any idea if they will start selling those as well? I'm not paying that much $ for the shirt, but I could go for a decal.
  5. With all the talk of death threats to bama's kicker, I thought I would send him a positive and uplifting tweet to lift his spirits, but I didn't get a reply...I guess he missed it
  6. I can't start new topics so i'll just leave this here
  7. I don't have enought posts to start a new topic, but i thought i would share...feel free to start a new topic with this... This has been posted in the past, but thought i would rehash it.!!! Also this was written a few years ago when he was still the coordinator..we can change the names later...ha! A Day in the life of Gus Malzahn 5:07 a.m. Auburn offensive coordinator Gus Malzahn wakes up without the benefit of an alarm clock. He doesn’t need one, because the offensive machine that is his brain has a self-timer and turns on automatically. Why not wake up at 5:00 or 5:15? Because waking up at 5:07 is not what people expect. Malzahn likes to keep them guessing. Tomorrow, he might wake up at 5:12. His eyes open, he reaches for one of the four pens lined up on his nightstand. On a yellow legal pad, he sketches out the visions that came to him during his sleep. One involves the center turned sideways and snapping the ball directly to a wide receiver. He once had an alarm clock, but one morning it lined up as a toaster. It was so successful at that position it now resides in his kitchen, where it is currently leading all appliances in charred-bread production. 5:45 – 7 a.m. The morning routine. His alarm clock has the toast prepared. Malzahn has a three-minute egg—trimmed down to a 1:11—and a bowl of instant oatmeal. He is working on something faster than instant because the oatmeal’s pace annoys him, but he hasn’t yet figured out how to rip the time-space continuum and have it cooked before it is opened. After breakfast, Malzahn retrieves the paper from the front porch. It’s always sitting perfectly on his door mat. When he first moved to the neighborhood, he had to retrieve the paper from the bushes a few times, but he took the paperboy aside and showed him an overhand throwing technique that allows him to make both the short and long throws with accuracy. He also took a look at the paperboy’s route and re-ordered a couple of stops. What used to take the paperboy two hours to complete now takes an hour and 16 minutes. Malzahn is convinced he can still trim that by four minutes. He never reads the sports section, because it only tells him what has happened. Malzahn is more interested in what will happen. He works the Soduku puzzle. In pen. Instead of whole numbers, Malzahn uses values like 4.25 and 3.333 to make it more interesting. He finishes in four minutes and nine seconds. The numbers all add up. He works the crossword puzzle. In pen. He forgoes English and uses words from a variety of different languages to complete the grid. He finishes in six minutes and 34 seconds. The words all connect. Reading them sequentially, he has written a short story warning about the travails of inefficiency. And a haiku. Malzahn doesn’t read the comics. He doesn’t have time to laugh. Besides, he noticed something about Lucy’s hold that could help Charlie Brown connect with the football. He’s also got some advice on the number of steps Brown takes before attempting the kick. If he cut those down, he’s sure Brown could score on the play. But Charles Schultz is dead and won’t take his calls, so he can’t get it corrected. This annoys Malzahn. Malzahn spends The remainder of the morning sorting out his impressive visor collection. 7:04 a.m. Malzahn departs for work. Today it’s 7:04. Tomorrow? You’ll have to wait and see. Yesterday, Malzahn turned left out of his driveway. Today, he turns right. Yesterday, he drove a unicycle to work because he could dodge between cars and get there faster. Today, he’s on foot. Carrying a canoe. Malzahn cuts across the field across from his abode, drops the canoe in a stream, floats under the highway and steers it to the creek bank. He carries the canoe up a hill and then slides down the grass to the parking lot. He parks the canoe in his space and heads into his office. His boss, Gene Chizik, left for work at 6:45 and had less distance to cover than Malzahn. When Chizik arrives after fighting morning traffic, Malzhan’s canoe is already parked. For all Chizik knows, there will be a pair of rollerskates and a box of bottle rockets in Malzhan’s space tomorrow. He’s no longer surprised. 8:12 a.m. – 10:03 a.m. Why 8:12? Because… yeah, the element of surprise. Malzahn watches samurai movies and Westerns. Not because he enjoys them, but because the samurai teach him methods of attack and the Westerns give him ideas for herding. He sometimes likes to think of his offenses as cowboys on horseback herding the defenses where they want them to go. Then branding them. Malzahn thinks cows are dumb. Like opposing defenders. He likes to brand them. Lots of opposing defenders carry his searing, still-smoking brand. 10:04 – 12:18 For over two hours, Malzahn does nothing but sketch plays. In pen. The first 23 minutes are devoted solely to the sideways snap to the wide receiver concept that came to him in a vision. By 10:31, the play has fourteen variations depending on personnel. In one, the center becomes an eligible receiver. Malzahn knows this isn’t permitted by NCAA rules, but he likes thinking up things like this in case he’s ever in charge of the NCAA and can eliminate such ridiculous constraints. The NCAA annoys him. Malzahn has his secretary draft a letter to the NCAA asking them to consider a variety of changes, including one that would allow the entire offensive line to go in motion, leaving a receiver to snap the ball. His secretary types 432 words per minute, and he’s convinced he can have her hitting the 450 mark by December. Malzahn checks in with offensive line coach Jeff Grimes to see if he’s ever taught a sideways snapping technique. When Grimes says no, Malzahn drops to the ground, grabs a potted plant and executes a perfect sideways snap down the hallway. "Like that," he says In the quiet of his office, Chizik hears the potted plant hit the wall and explode. He sighs, but doesn’t look up. Yesterday Malzahn destroyed a picture frame while explaining a new blocking alignment to receivers coach Trooper Taylor. The day before that, Malzahn tore off all the moulding around Chizik’s door to demonstrate a potential offensive set he’d learned from a samurai movie. Malzahn returns to the office, takes his sketches, orders them in a notebook and puts them in a safe. His safe is large because it contains 1,697 notebooks. Each notebook contains 1,000 pages. Each page contains five offensive plays. Later he'll have his secretary laminate the pages. On game day. he'll pull one page out of one book at random. Doesn't matter which book. It's all he needs. Malzahn knows that if archeologists from the planet Barbaton find his notebooks a thousand years from now, they’ll be able to use the information contained in them to score against the rival Trampatodes. A lot. 12:19 – 1:14 Malzahn eats breakfast again. Sort of. Yes, it’s supposed to be lunch time, but Malzahn likes to keep people guessing. He orders two pancakes smothered in onion gravy. He’s ordered the same thing for three straight days. When he comes back tomorrow, the waitress will think she knows what he’s going to do. Boy will she be surprised. Malzahn will order French toast with ranch dressing tomorrow. The waitress won't know what hit her. It's part of the plan. 1:14 – 1:18 Malzhan draws devil horns, glasses and a beard on a picture of Houston Nutt. Just for fun, he blacks out a few of Nutt's teeth. 1:24 – 6:36 The remainder of Malzahn’s work day is occupied with practice and team meetings. The matters discussed during this time are privileged and confidential. Were they disclosed, you’d have to be debriefed. Nobody wants you walking around without your briefs. Besides, the totality of Malzahn’s overall scheme is too much for the average mind to handle. If you saw it, you couldn’t comprehend it. You would drive yourself insane trying to grasp it. Does a tree that falls in the forest make noise if no one is there to hear it? Malzahn knows the answer to this question. He also knows how to make the tree lead the nation in total fallage. And foliage. But forestry isn’t his passion. Too bad for the trees. 6:37 – on From 6:37 on, Malzahn isn’t a football coach any more. He’s just an average dad, playing with his kids, talking to his wife and doing the normal mundane things every dad in the world does. If every dad were an offensive genius He helps his wife with the dishes by first drawing out an alignment where the youngest child lines up behind his wife and takes a direct snap of the rinsed glasses so he can place them on the dishwasher rack. Dishwashing time is trimmed in half. Malzahn knows, because he times it with a stopwatch. He reads to his children, taking care to explain that Hansel and Gretel could easily have avoided the grasp of the witch if Hansel had lined up in an offset formation and been used as a decoy. He would have drawn the witch in, and before she realized what was happening, the pair could have scored a huge snack from her gingerbread house. Malzahn also thinks the three little pigs should have gone on the offensive, as they clearly had a numbers advantage on the wolf. When he and his wife retire for the night, she puts her foot down. "Offensive genius or not, Mr. Malzahn, you’re leaving the stopwatch on the counter. You are not bringing it in there," she says with a nod of her head toward the bedroom door. Malzahn contemplates pointing out how many more times he can score when he's efficient, but in the end agrees. Besides, he has a clock in his head and she can’t stop him from ticking off the mental seconds. It’s all about precision and timing. The house, long dark, grows quiet. As Malzahn drifts off to sleep, the wheels in his brain start to spin, conjuring up new visions, new formations, new ways to attack defenses. Tomorrow morning when he wakes at 5:12, or maybe 5:03, he’ll start a new day of sketching, scheming and planning. Malzahn’s sleep is peaceful. Around the country, however, ten head coaches and ten defensive coordinators who know they will soon match wits with Malzahn across the football field do not sleep nearly as soundly. Their dreams are not so pleasant.
  8. i don't know what tosh's beef is with bama and saban (though totally understandable)...but he has ripped on them in several episodes. i commend him
  9. well this has been a magical year for me. with us overcoming the odds, deficits, all the media stink, etc...this has just been a great ride. so why not add one more accomplishment to the list!!
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