The Coach

You already know how much I adore Auburn so I won't go into another rant about how it warms my heart to step on campus and how it symbolizes more to me higher learning and how I tear up when I read the Creed or how much I hope everyone has a place they love as much but I did want to say a quick word about Tommy. I love Tommy Tuberville. His first game as an Auburn coach was the first Auburn game I attended. I feel like we have a connection. I love him for the kind of program he ran. I love him for giving Auburn fans dreams and hope of national significance. I love him for the videos he always shot for the Auburn United Methodist Youth Spring Retreat. I love him for being a little cocky and holding up all his fingers. I love him for looking kinda like my dad and making me a little less homesick. I love him for believing in Auburn. I will miss him. And I am sorry for all the things he went through. And I really hope somewhere he knows that Auburn loves him!

A couple of years ago I inherited a poster from the library of Tommy "getting caught reading". The librarian brought it to me saying they had no use for it in the Paul W. Bryant Library. He's been on my wall by my desk keeping me company for the last four years. He had my back when Stephen and Jacob stuck seven fingers in my face all week. And for the 150,000 times kids have told me Auburn stinks. I will miss Tommy's support inside PBHS.