As the sun sinks into a gray, foreboding western sky, a single light can be seen in the distance. As the light moves ever closer, it becomes increasingly apparent that what appeared to be a single light, was in fact, a series of headlights, attached to a long line of tractors. The tractors were all painted in funeral black, mounted by drivers dressed in all black top coats and hats, as befitted their calling. For this was a funeral procession and the drivers were all funeral directors. As the solemn procession passed by, I called to the lead tractor and asked where they were headed. The response came in a deep and soulful voice, we are headed to the small town of Auburn, where we have reason to believe that a large number of Tigers have hidden in a structure named Jordan Hare Stadium. According to legend this is where Tigers go when they are being hunted. Sadly , as everyone knows, Tigers are an endangered species, with NO hope of hiding from their fate, for we have seen the rising of the tide that will surely envelop them. We are here to ensure that their remains are given a proper burial, for we are the the descendants of past Tiger funeral processions, doomed to complete our task for eons to come. My single reply, as the procession slowly rolled past, was to say, so it was, so it is, so it shall remain! ROLL TIDE!
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 22:34:09 +0000
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