The Bodda Getta

Background:
My uncle Jimmy was the biggest bammer you would ever meet. Used to make us take off our AU gear inside his house, etc. His son, Aaron, was a huge Auburn fan, so they used to go at it all the time.

One day (I was probably 13 or 14 at the time, Aaron maybe 17 or 18) Jimmy yelled at Aaron for putting a AU bumper sticker on Jimmy's car, and actually punished him (maybe grounded him, I can't remember), but anyways, Aaron snuck into the living room and stole Jimmy's Big A hat. He burned a big hole in the mesh part with his lighter. We threw the hat in the freezer.

Jimmy found it a few hours later and yelled "Aaron!!!" Aaron and I walked into the kitchen and we both busted up laughing at how mad Jimmy was. When he asked "What happened to my hat?" Aaron replied with the straightest face ever, "I dunno, maybe freezer burn?" Up til the day Jimmy died, Aaron swears he always told him that he didn't know what happened to his hat and that it had to be freezer burn.

I was right along side the Bammer section of the 1993 Iron Bowl in Auburn. Stan White had just been injured and was laid out on the field and two "old fart" Bammer fans about 10-12 seats down the row from me stood up and started clapping and laughing. I gave them a glare and wanted to go punch them in the nose for their utter display of poor sportsmanship. We all know what happened next . . . a cold armed Pat Nix came in on 4th down from around the 30 yard line and threw a TD pass to a leaping Frankie Sanders. The Fyffe call is one of my favorites. The AU crowd errupted! I stood up and just was pointing over and over with both arms at those two idiots saying "In your face!" over and over. They had a sheepish glare back at me. My wife had to get control of me to calm me down.

A wonderful moment and a great end to the best team in the country that year!

War Eagle!!

Number one. 1982 Iron Bowl in Birmingham. I'm sitting in a section with more Bammers than Aubies. It was getting near the end of the game and these two middle aged female Bammers had been giving us the business all day. As it became apparent we were going to win, they began moaning and sobbing as Bama tried one last drive. "Oh come on Bama, pleeeeeeze!" As the clock ran out they scampered to an exit portal before we could say anything. For the next hour, nothing but Auburn fans remained in Legion Field.

Number two. Playing Silver Lakes near Wellington, AL the spring after the 6th in a row. I had my Auburn bag complete with head covers. A attractive young lady in the group behind us on the first tee gives me a "Roh Tahd" and tells me I should get a real golf bag. I told her I used to have a Bama bag, but after losing 6 tournaments in a row with it, I switched to the Auburn bag. She didn't think it was funny, which made it all the better.

The week after the last national championship, I was in Talledega doing some contract work. As my field manager and I get out of my truck which is only marked by my GA Auburn Club license plate, a full fledged mullet head with his Crimson Tide T shirt and cap comes running up to us. He starts jumping up and down yelling and screaming Roll Tide, I am a Champion, Calling us names and jumping up and down. My field manager who is 6'4" 350 lbs looked at him and said son what is your problem. The mullet head responds it is you Auburn fans you are losers, and I am a champion. A minute one of Talledega's finest pulled up and got out...He said Johnny let's go, get in the back of the car. I told you to leave Auburn people alone. My field mgr looked at the mullet and said, yep you look like a champion now. Even the deputy laughed hysterically as he put in him in his car to take the mullet home.