By J. Henderson
— Auburn Defensive Coordinator Will Muschamp, after beating Clemson in the Chick-Fil-A Bowl. That was three days ago.
I’ve been hoping it was just more Tuberville-to-the-Celtics type-nonsense — maybe he’d taken too long in the bathroom at the Longhorn Steakhouse out at Tiger Town or something and people started texting each other — but the rumors have this ominous “duh, yeah, done deal” bluntness that I just didn’t find in the Tub-to-Arkansas fluff.
Of course, if everything is bigger in Texas, so might be scoop anxiety (this, actually, absolutely reeks of KWNA) and the latest from Phillip Marshall — my ember this freezing night, my click click click Batphone — hints that at least hope remains.
Fait accompli? Much ado about nothing? My point here is not to spread rumors, I promise, but to simply to encourage Coach Muschamp to keep it real, keep it Auburn, Lord, at least for now. Like I. Blake was getting at in his circumstantially-dictated first column, we know you’re not long for this Auburn world, but do us all a favor and save it for a head coaching gig, otherwise it just seems forced and awkward and just kinda wrong.
War Damn Eagle, Will…
“War Eagle, Mofo.”