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The Toomer's oaks will be rolled for the last time after Saturday's A-Day game, victims of a sick and twisted attempt to get revenge for something that never happened.
I thought it would be a neat for anyone who wishes to share their favorite memories here of Toomer's Corner.
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Running from the Sigma Chi house to Toomers after we won the 2010 national championship was very memorable and the rest of the night was a blur!
I remember a few away game rollings from when I was a student from '84 to '89. But all of my fond memories come from the last few years when I've been able to take my young boys (ages 3 - 12 variously through the time) and see them having fun rolling. They're not that in to the football but they still love the games, the eagle flight, and mostly rolling Toomers. I love the fact that I'll know it will always be special memories for them. And, sadly, the poisoning has been a chance to educate them on the evil and hatred that can be found in the hearts of those who are their neighbors. I've tried hard to make that a positive lesson for them.
My most memorable was after the Arkansas game of 2010. I was there at the game with my brother and sister -- the first game we had watched together since 1980 -- that was great day!
All Auburn All the Time!
As a 10-year-old boy I listened by the radio as Gary Sanders said it for a second time: "It's caught on the run! He's gonna score! David Langner has scored . . . and Auburn has tied the game!" It was Dec. 2, 1972.
When the last 1:34 rolled off the clock, my dad took the family down to Toomer's. Before we knew it, toilet paper was flying everywhere, a bus was stopped on its way up the east coast and crazed fans rocked it back and forth before sending it through the intersection.
The entire town seemed to be there and when we left a couple of hours later the frenzy was still going on. I had no idea it would be known as the first rolling of Toomer's. I will never, never forget that day.
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I posted this story several months ago, but it was my favorite Toomer's moment.
I worked my way through Auburn as a pilot for the University. I flew the football coaches to High School games and to our own away games from 1980-1982. I had Coach Dye on the airplane many times, but this is the one I will always remember.
It was Iron Bowl day, 1982. We had just beaten Bama with "Bo over the top" after a 9 year drought. Auburn fans exclusively owned Legion Field for hours after the game. We continued to cheer until, finally, Coach Dye allowed the team to return to the field nearly 45 minutes after the game had ended. We passed Lionel James around the crowd like he was a beach ball. It was the biggest and most raucous celebration I had ever seen.
Coach Dye had traveled to Birmingham with the team, but he had planned to return to Auburn on the university airplane. As soon as the game ended, preparations began for Sunday's TV show and Coach Dye had to be in Montgomery fairly early the next morning for the taping, so he always liked getting back to Auburn as soon as possible. But on this glorious day his plans changed. There were victory receptions and parties all over Birmingham clamoring for his presence on that historic occasion. He told us to wait for him at the Birmingham airport but he had no idea how long it would be until he got there. As I remember, the game had ended about 4:00 PM or so. He finally arrived at the airport at about 9:00 PM and we took-off for Auburn.
The Auburn-Opelika Airport sits on a relatively high piece of ground, approximately 775 feet above sea level. If conditions were right for fog, the airport was always the first place to get it. Many times we had to land in Columbus, GA and rent a car back to Auburn. We'd go back and get the airplane the next day after the fog had cleared. As we approached Auburn that night at about 10:00 PM, we began to see the glow of the ground lights shining against the undersides of the clouds and through the fog. The eventuality of having, once again, to land in Columbus was becoming a reality every minute. We executed an instrument approach and got into Auburn, but just barely. By the time we got the airplane shut down on the ramp, we couldn't see much of anything. If we had arrived five minutes later, we'd have been on our way to Columbus.
Because Coach Dye had traveled to Birmingham with the team, his car was still parked at the Athletic Department. The Chief Pilot at the time was a retired Air Force Colonel who lived in the opposite direction from the campus and it would have been well out of his way to drive the coach to the Athletic Department. He asked me to drive Coach Dye back to the AD to retrieve his car. I was a young college student and the only car I had was a P.O.S. Toyota, the inside of which looked like the inside of a college student's car. I told the Chief Pilot there was not a chance in Hades that I was going to take Coach Dye anywhere in my car because he'd never fly with me again and would think I was the slob I was. The solution came in the form of us "borrowing" one of the airport's rental cars, a full-size Chevy Impala. Coach Dye was pretty worn-out by by the long day's activities and the trip back to town was relatively quiet. In fact, he appeared to be nodding-off as we drove into town.
Almost out of a dead sleep, Coach Dye's head snapped back and with eyes wide open he said, "Bill, let's go by Toomer's." "Yes, sir" was the most appropriate answer I could formulate at the time and off we went to Toomer's Corner. By now it was probably about 10:30 PM but, oddly, as we turned left onto College Street we found a full-blown traffic jam. By now the fog was so thick you couldn't even see half a block so I was driving pretty slow. I thought everyone else was driving fog-slow as well until I noticed that no one was in any of the cars. Dozens and dozens of automobiles were abandoned on College Street with their owners nowhere in sight. The fog was bad but I didn't think it was so bad that folks would just leave their cars in the street. The scene was very, very puzzling. It was almost like one of those "end of the world" movies where some alien force had somehow vaporized all the humans without damaging the machines.
We pondered the situation briefly, then Coach Dye said, "Bill, try to work the car up through the middle and I'm going to walk from here to Toomer's" He got out of the car and started walking down the middle of the street. There were no medians on College Street back then, just a two lane road with parallel parking on each curb. He walked right down the center-line and I followed closely in the rental car making my way between the automobiles parked in each lane. It was very close in a couple of places, but I was able to make it all the way to Toomer's creeping along slowly just behind the coach. The closer we got to the corner, the more we could hear that something was still happening there.
I have often tried to visualize what it must have looked like from a point of view at Toomer's Corner. There were still hundreds of people celebrating and, of course, the trees were filled with paper. A not insignificant amount of alcohol had apparently been consumed by the crowd and, coupled with the day's triumph, the party was still raging. Then....out of the foggy darkness.....bright lights appear. An unrecognizable figure can be seen within the halo of the sealed-beams reflecting in the fog and the figure is getting closer as are the lights. There was a momentary quell in the crowd and things became eerily quiet. Who was this person who would make such an entrance on a night that no one wanted to end? If the crowd had wanted it to be anyone in the world, who would it have been?
Then we heard a single voice cry, "Holy , that's Pat Dye!" After what seemed like only a nanosecond of stunned disbelief, the stampede was on. A freezing cold shot of adrenalin ran through my heart as a disastrous collision, one versus many, seemed imminent. I yelled, "Coach, get back in the car!!" "Naw, I'll be fine" he said as he coolly slipped-off his loafers, stepped on the bumper of the Chevy, and hopped up on the hood of the car. The grill and fenders formed a natural barrier from the adoring crowd as Coach Dye stood smack in the middle of the Impala hood, smack in the middle of Toomer's Corner, smack in the middle of the Auburn faithful.
He would get the crowd to settle momentarily, and he would start to speak. About 3 words into anything he tried to say, the crowd would erupt anew, screaming and cheering for this man that had delivered them from football mediocrity. I don't think he got through a full sentence that night and nobody cared in the least. It was the second time that day I had seen the most raucous celebration in my life.
I don't know how we were able to extricate ourselves from the scene; probably because I have mentally blocked-out any other memory that would compete with the one of what happened at Toomer's that night. I know that I'll never forget it.
Sid Bream rounds third and Toomers is rolled. Not an Auburn moment but memorable just the same. Iron bowl '89 best Toomers moment ever.
I recall lots of announcements occurring in the middle of the street at Toomers. It was a lot less about the trees back then (1978 - 1982). We rolled the lightpoles as much as the trees.
The trees are special because of all of the activities that have occurred at Toomer's Corner. Toomer's Corner will remain special with or without the trees or their replacement.
The spirit that is so unique to Auburn does not depend on trees or places but it is wonderful to have a traditional spot to celebrate that spirit. WDE!
Setting a high bar saves a ton of grief later.
Ever to Conquer!!
I'm not sure where the notion tht was the first rolling of Toomer's Corner comes from, but it started long before that.
I've attended games since '70 and I remember primarily rollin' the power lines and signs at Toomers corner, with the trees being more of an afterthought. Lets put some guide wires back up, plant some new trees and we won't skip a beat. JMO.
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