However long the odds. However troubled our program. However well or poorly coached. Whoever wears Orange and Blue will have me at their back, my cheers ringing in their ears. My heart will be in my throat at kickoff, and with my team at every turn of the game.
Let the fair weather fans sit in trepidation. Let the feeble-hearted predict failure or criticize our players, school, administration or coaches. I will cheer and hope regardless. I will yell “War Eagle!” at every chance. My team is playing in the Iron Bowl, college football’s highest pantheon where legends take the field and glory is fought for and won every year.
Maybe this year another tiny Tre Smith will run out onto the field, or another Bo Jackson will go over the top. Maybe another Sullivan and Beasley will wow the crowd with passing acrobatics. Cadillac will run wild on the first play, a Newton will block two punts, or yet another Newton bring our team back in the second half from the brink of defeat.
But whatever happens, they are my team, this is the game, and Saturday is the day.
Beat Bama, and War Damn Eagle!
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