“But wait, his knee never hit the ground!” shouted the commentator in the 2011 National Championship game as theAuburnsideline and fans exploded with cheers. The commentator was talking aboutAuburn’s stand out freshman running back Michael Dyer. Michael Dyer had appeared to be tackled after a short gain, but he was able to keep his knee from touching the ground. The freshman running back kept the play alive for a game changing thirty-seven yard gain onAuburn’s game winning drive.Auburnwent on to kick a field goal to win this game 22-19, which was a long awaited national championship. I wasn’t always a die hardAuburnfan however. Both of my parents areAlabamafootball fans and they tried to make me anAlabamafan as well, but it was difficult being that neither of which was a big sports fan. It took a few good personal experiences along the road, but over the years I became anAuburnfan. I love the wayAuburnalways promises a thrilling game that’s guaranteed to keep you entertained.
Auburn’s season in 2010 started out shaky. With Arkansas State scoring 26 points against Auburn in the first game of the season, I would have never thought that Auburn’s defense could match up to a strong offense. After that first game I prayed thatAuburnwould not have another horrible season like there 2008 season, where they only won five games. The week after this brought no relief.AuburnplayedMississippiStatewho in 2009 was a mediocre team at best.Auburnsurvived a scare by beatingMississippiState17-14. After an exciting and nerve wrecking seasonAuburnbrought home there first National Championship since 1957. It is this edge-of-your-seat madness that I love aboutAuburn. It doesn’t matter if the teamAuburnis facing is unranked or the second best team in the nation,Auburnalways manages to keep me nervous during the entire game. That is howAuburnplayed football this year, last year and the previous years before that since I can even remember watching them. This juggernaut of a football team has never been known to annihilate their opponent, but they have always promised an entertaining football game.
This may come as a surprise to most, but I have not always been anAuburnfan. Growing up my parents were bothAlabamafans, my grandparents wereAlabamafans, even my great grandparents wereAlabamafans! This may seem like a lot for someone to live up to, but I’ve never been one to follow a trend. Sure I started out in this world as anAlabamafan, but for what reasons? I never knew why I went for the team I just knew that was the team I went for. My parents would catch anAlabamafootball game every now and then during the football season, not every week like most true fans. My mom wasn’t that big into sports and my dad was always doing house work on Saturdays. They were definitely not as devoted to the team as their parents and grandparents. So I stuck with this for a while, not really caring about football, just claiming to be a fan of a team I knew little about. Life for me at this point didn’t involve football. The only sports I played at the time were baseball, basketball, and soccer. Little did I know how quickly all of this would change.
When I was 6 my parents split up. My dad moved into apartments and my mom took the house. A year later my mom started dating a man she worked with named Ralph Flecker. They dated for a year and a half before finally deciding to marry, I didn’t find out they had decided to marry until after they were already married. The marriage came as a shock to me, but I was fine with it because I really liked Ralph. This soon led to us moving out toGrant,Alabamawhere we lived next door to Mitchell Payne who would soon become by best friend. Mitchell and I did everything together, mostly because there isn’t a whole lot to do in Grant. We went hiking on the mountain behind our house, swimming in the lake across the street, and rode go-carts in our front yard. My parents would cook meals for him and his parents would cook meals for me, so it wasn’t long before I noticed a significant difference in our families on Saturdays during autumn.
My family would continue as they always had on Saturdays. Ralph was more of anAlabamafan than my mom and dad, but not much more. The only difference between them is he would read aboutAlabamain the papers on Sunday mornings and my mom and dad never did that. So it wasn’t until the first football Saturday I spent over at Mitchell’s house that I understood how important football actually was. My parents would have the game on, but they would be in the kitchen cooking or on the computer. Mitchell’s family would scream, cheer, and curse at the television trying to rally there team. I couldn’t understand how they could get so worked up over a football game, my parents never acted like this. About midway through the second quarter they asked me if I was anAlabamafan like the rest of my family and I answered with a whispered “yes”. They didn’t know me well at this time so they left the subject alone, but I was intrigued by the way they watched the game. Every Saturday after that I would spend over at Mitchell’s house watching theAuburngames with his family. As his family got to know me better they began to haggle me about the team I went for. I did enjoy watching the games at Mitchell’s house, even with the haggling, so this made me start to question how much of anAlabamafan I really was. Why would I cheer forAlabamawhen every memory I had of being anAlabamafootball fan was so unenthusiastic?Alabamafootball was dull to me, where asAuburnfootball was explosive and exciting. I never knew what was going to happen next, and everything involving this team had a million times more emotion involved than I had ever seen withAlabama. Weeks of watching Auburn play on Saturdays and I could not answer the question in my head, “Why am I anAlabamafan?” The only answer I could come up with was that my family members wereAlabamafans.
Finally when I was 12 years old I decided to announce it. “I’ve decided that I am anAuburnfan,” I told Mitchell when we were on our way over to his house to watch the game. I was met with less haggling and it was a much friendlier environment to watch the game in when I got over to his house. When I told my mom, she could have cared less one way or the other as I presumed. My dad was a little bit harder to convince than my mom, however. The haggling was gone at Mitchell’s house, but it was only met by the haggling that began from my father. He was never the hugeAlabamafan himself, but he was always looking for something to pick at me about. I let him because I didn’t care, I knew that I was anAuburnfan and I had been for a while. After a few years of this not bothering me, he finally gave up on making fun of me for being anAuburnfan and decided to find other things to pick at me about.
I have stuck with Auburnthrough the best and the worst since I became a fan. I never once thought of going back to Alabama. Some people may say that a true fan is a fan of the same team there entire life, I feel like I can argue that. I love Auburnfootball, and everything about it. I love how the team plays football. I love them when they win and when they lose. If you’re ever looking for me on a Saturday afternoon in autumn you can bet that I’ll be glued to a television set watching the Auburn Tigers continue to give me a reason to be their fan. It was a long path I took to becoming an Auburnfan, but I’m glad I got here. On January 10th 2011 I received the best gift a fan could get when, after years of loyalty,Auburn won the BCS National Championship. Watching the confetti burst onto the field afterAuburn’s victory was a dream come true!