Auburn wins national championship!!!!

Yep, I had the article all planned out in my feeble head (well, kinda), and had even begun to write it.

Auburn is a great team that did great things this year. Before the season started they were a 200:1 shot to win the national championship. If you'd put a C-note down on that with the Vegas wise guys back in August, you just made 20 grand. That's some serious gas and beer money. Maybe even enough to sit courtside with Jack Nicholson at a Lakers' game -- once.

And the Auburn Tigers are certainly no fluke. Besides being a complete team featuring talent, speed, toughness, and tenacity across the board -- they're very well coached.

Though overlooked for the early part of the season, consider what they went on to accomplish. In their last 3 games they knocked off then #1 ranked Alabama in the cross state "Iron Bowl" rivalry, went on to pummel then #5 Missouri in the SEC championship game, and topped it all off by defeating consensus #1 Florida State in the BCS national championship game.

All hail the Auburn Tigers. Worthy champs indeed. They most definitely earned it.

But then those pesky Seminoles, on the way to being run out of Dodge, or at least Pasadena, caught a couple huge breaks in the second half. A kickoff return for a touchdown. An ill-advised throw by the Auburn QB that resulted in an interception. Even more ill-advised penalties on Auburn at crucial times.

And the Tallahassee bunch found a way at the very end to win the game.

So all hail -- nah. Can't do it. Though impartial, I've just about had it up to my scalp with that ridiculous war cry and tomahawk chop the FSU faithful have become notorious for. And isn't that the very same schtick Atlanta Braves baseball fans continue to use? Count me in Custer's camp. Sometimes there's just too many damn indians -- or at least the modern day fire-water swilling idiots that pretend to be.

At times like these, when you just know something really good is about to happen, but it doesn't -- yours truly harkens back to the "heady" days of a lesson my ex taught me a few times late at night. You gotta know when to hold em -- when to fold em -- and when to roll away cuz she's not in the mood. Or something like that. Close enough.

And so it goes for the title to this post.

I still think it was a good idea, but-----

Nevermind.