Thursday briefing: the enemy has a famous general, a ranked army, and the betting line. We have Jordan-Hare at 11 in the morning and a team that walked out of Athens with the flag. Comrade Golesh vs. Comrade Kiffin. Saturday. ABC. The Red Army does not sleep in. War Eagle.
Hard day. Xavier Atkins was one of the best defenders in the SEC and now he's gone. I don't know why but it matters not at this time. I watched eleven guys take down No. 1 Georgia without him. A team is not its best player. It's its standard. Wish him well. On to LSU. War Eagle.
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Alex Golesh is now 3-1 in one-score games at Auburn. He already has more one-possession wins than Hugh Freeze did in two and a half years
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🏈 Offensive Player of the Week | WK 7
🐅 Byrum Brown, @AuburnFootball
#SECFB | presented by @Allstate
The celebration is over. The toilet paper is down. The Politburo has issued new orders: No. 20 LSU at Jordan-Hare on Saturday. Beating No. 1 means nothing if you lose to No. 20 the next week. Comrade Golesh knows this. So do the players. Back to work. War Eagle. 🦅
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Georgia is 30-2 all time as the AP number 1 team vs unranked opponents...
both losses came to Auburn.
Auburn 27, No. 1 Georgia 24. In Athens. On a walk-off field goal. Comrades, the Red Army marched into enemy territory as 20-point underdogs and came home with the flag. Toomer's Corner was rolled before sunrise. First win in Athens since 2005. The revolution is real. War Eagle. 🦅
Punt. 12 minutes left. Still 24–17 Auburn over No. 1 Georgia. Now it belongs to the defense. Comrades, this is the part of the movie where everyone grips the armrest. Hold
1/13 — Alex Golesh isn't THE problem. Neither is John Cohen. Or Byrum Brown. Or the O-line. Any more than Freeze, Harsin, Nix, Thorne, or Arnold were THE problem. One Auburn man's take on where we actually are, coming out of the bye. A thread. 🧵
12/13 — Need a reminder of what year one looks like? Saban's first Alabama team lost at home to Louisiana-Monroe. In November. Finished 6–6, needed a bowl to get to 7. Two years later: national champions. Nobody in Tuscaloosa remembers 7–6 as the year it died. It's the year it started.








