I ran across an article today posted by Seattle Post-Intelligencer columnist Jim Moore, an obvious blow-hard that has somehow found his way to Auburn for Saturday's game with Washington State. In the article he attempts to make light of the fact that Auburn players don't know where Washington State University is located.
Memo to Jimmy: I've been to Pullman and I'm not impressed. For those of you who haven't been, let me make a comparison for you. It makes Prattville look like Pasadena. The school sits just miles from the Idaho border and even the natives make fun of it. To say that there's nothing there is an understatement. It's crappy football stadium holds 35,000 people. But most embarrassing is the fact that it's home to Mike Price. It's rollin baby!
Second Memo To Jimmy: I've been to Seattle (too many times) and I'm still not impressed. Seattle is made up of people who don't take baths nearly enough and guys who act too much like women for my taste. The funniest thing about the column is when Moore asks Tommy Tuberville about the War Eagle Supper Club and whether he had ever been. Nice research jerk off. Can you see this 40-something heading to the Supper Club? Not only would he be 25-plus years older than anyone there, he would be a dead giveaway when he started slam dancing.
Next, Mr. Starbucks tries to be cute and asks the Auburn players if they know the name of WSU's head coach. He seems appalled when they don't. But just minutes earlier, he couldn't identify Tuberville on the practice field. And besides, how many people in the state of Washington know who Bill Doba is?
I can tell you one thing Jimmy: We all sure as hell know who your last coach was. Stripper-man won't soon be forgotten in these parts. As for you - in the immortal words of Lewis Grizzard, "Delta is ready when you are." Don't let the door hit you in the ___ Saturday night.




