Re-Krootin’!, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Big Brother

By Big Sexy

It’s official — Auburn has yet again been proven to be the little brother in the state of Alabama. Yep, the celebration of the latest in a long series of highly dubious yet much lauded national championships for the Crimson Tide will begin in earnest this weekend, although the party has been rockin’ for the legion of Bear Bryant shrine caretakers for about a year now.

Wednesday, Feb. 6, is the signing date for the nation’s college football recruits. This has become quite a spectacle in the last few years, gaining national television coverage and endless rabid discussion on the thousands of college football discussion boards of the internets (especially in the Southland). You’ve all seen the climactic moments produced by all this tripe, when whatever prized trophy recruit of the moment picks his chosen school’s hat from among the collection on the table in front of him, and that school’s faithful swoon and declare six years’ less winter. The next act doesn’t get as much coverage, when the young god gets an 8 on his ACT and has to do two years at the local community college before ending up on the fourth string kick coverage team five years later.


The War Eagle Reader breaks down the 2007 players from the state of Alabama in this Google map. What high schools are these guys coming from? Do the teams around Dothan suck or something? What schools are raiding across the state line (Hint: Georgia and Florida are homebodies)? More will be discussed in future installments, as well as a second map detailing the incoming 2008 recruits. View Larger Map

You may remember the high comedy performed a couple of years ago by esteemed Alabama Coach Mike Shula, when trying to secure Tim Tebow (one of the big recruits that actually lived up to the hype) for the Tide. Shula spent some 25 hours the final day of recruiting boarded up inside Tebow’s home, attempting to change the blue and orange (the other, uglier blue and orange) blooded kid’s mind about colleges. Shula was like that guy who won’t leave the party way after it’s over, and the Tebows started wondering if they were going to have to fake a death in the family to get him out of there. Of all the blindly optimistic windmill tilting of the last several years (think Iraq, abstinence education, praying that this is U2’s last record, etc.), this futile fawning by Shula was downright embarrassing. Poor Tebow can’t even throw a football to this day, for fear of Shula jumping from the sidelines to catch it, so he has to run the ball every play. Shattered.

Select your hat. Smile for the camera. See you in a few years.

On a related (and very disturbing) note, it was rumored that Shula then contacted Urban Meyer about walking on to play center while Tebow was quarterbacking. That’s just gross, and I’m quite certain he didn’t have any eligibility left anyway.

However, in spite of those past missteps, at least one of the expert recruiting sites already has Alabama ranked No. 1 with the current recruiting class. And this is even before the actual signing of Julio (Jones), the latest high school athlete of the universe. If you haven’t heard of Julio, who has ascended to that rarefied air of one-name status (e.g., Madonna, Bono, Corky, etc.), he is apparently a once-in-a-lifetime combination of Jerry Rice, Randy Moss, Terrell Owens, Jesus, the Terminator, Alexander the Great, and Superman, with the whip appeal of Tyson Beckford. In other words, almost as good as DJ Hall. And those in the know say that he’s going to sign with the Tide.

In other words, Big Brother’s recruiting rankings are about to be shot into the stratosphere. And to hear them tell it, that means little brother Auburn had better not bother fielding a team for the next couple of decades. Because look at what the Great Sabanus’ recruits did this year at LSU! Oh, how the mighty trembled in their wake. “Looky-looky at what Little Nicky hath wrought! It doesn’t matter that Saban never really coached any of them, they were RE-KROOTED by Little Nicky!”

Never mind that the Bammers had been screaming about what a great re-krooter Shula was for the last few years. After all, 2007 was going to be the return to the promised land because of all his great work. The reality? A 6-6 regular season, at the hands of the great one. But this was cast aside because of the poor recruiting (?????) of Shula.

Therein lies the mindless deduction that will always leave Alabama as the Big Brother to Auburn. If you completely discard reason in all debate, all that remains is the glorious freedom to take whatever ludicrous position one wants in the resulting self-serving rants, and there is no need to even acknowledge, yet alone answer, past declarations.

For example, take the celebratory barbs from the elated Tide fans in early January when Auburn’s Defensive Coordinator Will Muschamp left his position at Auburn to become the defensive coordinator at Texas. The Tide loonies went crazy with delight (you would have thought that the NASCAR channel had been announced as a replacement for those hippies on PBS — yeehaw! #3 for free!!) and began their 24/7 taunting campaign: “How could a coach leave a supposedly major program for the SAME position at another school?? … Auburn’s coach made a LATERAL move to get out of there!! … It was because he wanted to go to a school with an actual CHANCE at a national championship!! … This is yet more proof that Auburn will always suck!!” More simply, in base Internet message board terms: “BWAAAAHHAAAAAAAAHAAAAA!!”

Such was the state of joy in Tideland, where Christmas was officially extended for another few days, until two weeks later when wunderkind Alabama Offensive Coordinator Major Applewhite left to take a running backs coach position at Texas. Yes, to boil it down to simple terms, he left for a MUCH lower ranking position, at the SAME school to which Muschamp went.

Surely this would give some of the Bammers pause to consider their earlier taunts, wouldn’t it? Of course not, silly rabbit, it wasn’t even a comparable slight. Major Applewhite was a hero at Texas, having played quarterback there during his college days. Of course he always wanted to go back there! Never mind that he grew up in absolute worship of the Crimson Tide and is even literally named after Major Olgivie, the Alabama running back of the late ’70s, and it was his life’s dream to coach there. It’s not the same kind of deal at all!!!!!

How do you win against this? The absolute purity of their logic, or fundamental lack thereof, is impeccable. Big Brother says he has won 12 national championships, although nobody outside the state can cite more than about half that with anything approaching a straight face. And the true number is so impressive, why tarnish it with the absurdity of the fabricated number? And those 12 are brought up every time an Auburn fan points out the recent Tiger dominance of the Iron Bowl series. And if called out for living in the past, it is then defended as TRADITION. Even if there is a Bammer who will agree to discuss just the current century of the two programs, he will be quick to tell you that Alabama has either been on probation, or suffering the aftershocks of probation, for the entirety of the last eight or so seasons, and that Auburn has never beaten a GOOD Alabama team. How do you even begin to rebut that?

You can’t, and you don’t. You recognize Big Brother for what he is, and I believe we should even celebrate him a bit for his trouble. Lord knows he needs some love. Last spring, in yet another move that made the Bammers the laughingstock of the nation, fans were actually turned away at the spring A-day game. This means that more than 90,000 people turned up to see a scrimmage (the first under the Great Sabanus), and thousands were turned away for lack of a place to put them. Yet while the nation laughed, the Bammers turned it into a source of pride, and are planning more of the same this year. The real loser in the debacle was the economy of the state of Alabama. Because with roughly 100,000 rednecks gathered in and around that fabled Tuscaloosa stadium (dubbed Jordan-Hare West by the more enlightened SEC fans), there were naught but empty aisles at every Bass Pro shop in the state. A tear dots my eye when I think of all the line dance calls that went unheard that day, when the taps at the wife-beater juke joints failed to flow libation down over the Saturday-night food-stamp regulars. Sniff.

So give it up, Auburn Nation, give it up to our Big Brother. We’ve got our fancy book learnin’, our non-mobile houses, our careers, and our teeth. So let Big Brother be the football champions for eight months of every year, which is exactly twice our measly four months. It’s always been that way, and it always will be.

We’ll be content with being on top from September through December, when the games are actually played. Big Brother, I love you.



Filed under Features, Iron Bowl 365, Recruiting

2 responses to “Re-Krootin’!, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Big Brother

  1. Acid Reign

    …..Nice. The sad thing, is that every word of that piece is true.

  2. ike

    a great depressing article from big sexy, aka general jack d. ripper.

    it makes me really think hard about the regrettable sacrifices required for future of auburn football. i hasten to add, that our recruits will have to be selected for their physical characteristics, which will have to be of a highly electrifying nature. we must be increasingly be on the alert to prevent bammers from taking over any other compliant high school coaches, in order to recruit more prodigiously than we do.

    we all hate to lose to alabamah in anything. but in all honesty, this nationally perceived inferiority in recruiting will take a long time to be reversed. coach tubbs, with his ozark roots, is not a flashy pimped out bass master fisherman like $aben, he is more of an okie-noodler.

    tubbs has an unique knack to locate the recruits that everyone else over looks. for example, rod smith, sen’derrick marks, courtney taylor, dontarrious thomas to name a few.

    though, the problem with noodling, is that sometimes you get bit and look like a fool in the eyes national press that don’t know how cook up crab cakes.

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