Post by Lord Blake on Sept 6, 2016 2:42:25 GMT
Lord Blake is roused from a dead sleep by the early morning sun peeking over the roof of the Theta Chi fraternity house. The back of his arm wipes his forehead smears the last bit of blue and orange paint across his face. His legs kick at half a dozen empty beer cans and red Solo cups and the RSW Supreme Championship. He grabs it and lazily sits up, getting his bearings.
Like 87,000 other people in Jordan-Hare Stadium two nights ago, Lord watched the Auburn Tigers come within 7 points of an upset over Clemson, the second ranked college football team in the nation. Even though the trees in Toomer’s Corner didn't get rolled in victory many Auburn students and fans found reason to celebrate the defense’s strong showing with copious amounts of liquor.
Obviously Lord Blake was one of them.
He stumbles to his feet, straightening out his orange and blue plaid shorts and Auburn t-shirt and looks around for his left flip flop. It's gone. He looks down at the inside if his forearm where he drunkenly wrote his week's schedule in Sharpie. Considering his lingering issues from Deception, this is probably the easiest way for him to keep track of things at this point. He sees what he has scheduled for Thursday and sighs like a battle-weary veteran.
“The life of a champion. It never ends.”
After looking around and seeing that he is the only one awake this morning, he saunters over to an orange Adirondack chair and lays back, shading his eyes with blue sunglasses. The children's pool beside him was filled with ice last night but Lord reaches in and grabs a soaking wet bottle of beer. He holds the Supreme Championship up and opens the bottle with the side of the gold plate.
That's right, Lord Blake had the RSW Supreme title belt remodeled to double as a bottle opener.
He puts his feet up on a chair in front of him and looks into the melted ice pool. It reflects the sky above him as cans and bottles float through it. With some of his words still slurring, he begins speaking to the reflection of his hungover self.
“Ugh, I’m gonna hear about this. Those former child beauty pageant failures are definitely going to coat themselves in some Clemson barf and say that my team is going to lose just like my team lost.
“The narrative is all there: despite it being a one score game and Auburn coming this close, they just couldn't finish off the number two team in the country. Auburn's defense carried them to a respectable game while their offense contributed literally nothing. They had to pull out every single one of their trucks the first drive, like playing all three of their quarterbacks. The game was kept close in spite of their offense, really.”
He takes a swig of his seven am beer.
“Meanwhile, Clemson was taking all the risks and had them all pay off, like opting to go for it on fourth-and-four instead of kicking a field goal for guaranteed points, rather having their gamble pay off with a touchdown later. Deshaun Watson said it himself: Clemson knew they weren't walking into Auburn's house and blow my Tigers out. Just like Ari and Mondae should probably know that they won't step into my main event and run right over me. I mean, they'd be idiots to think that. Chaos already tried that on her own once, I don't see how her smaller, weaker back up would help."
Referring to back up triggers something in his memory.
"Oh yeah, I guess I have smaller, weaker back up too. Ugh. I know there will be other Auburn games this season, but they've already ruined their chances at an undefeated year and possibly the National Championship. Right now I've got my own championship to think about. Of all the week’s to not win, why did you choose this one, Gus Malzahn?"
Okay, maybe he is a little disappointed in his team's loss despite the strong showing. All he could do is not suffer the same fate.
Like 87,000 other people in Jordan-Hare Stadium two nights ago, Lord watched the Auburn Tigers come within 7 points of an upset over Clemson, the second ranked college football team in the nation. Even though the trees in Toomer’s Corner didn't get rolled in victory many Auburn students and fans found reason to celebrate the defense’s strong showing with copious amounts of liquor.
Obviously Lord Blake was one of them.
He stumbles to his feet, straightening out his orange and blue plaid shorts and Auburn t-shirt and looks around for his left flip flop. It's gone. He looks down at the inside if his forearm where he drunkenly wrote his week's schedule in Sharpie. Considering his lingering issues from Deception, this is probably the easiest way for him to keep track of things at this point. He sees what he has scheduled for Thursday and sighs like a battle-weary veteran.
“The life of a champion. It never ends.”
After looking around and seeing that he is the only one awake this morning, he saunters over to an orange Adirondack chair and lays back, shading his eyes with blue sunglasses. The children's pool beside him was filled with ice last night but Lord reaches in and grabs a soaking wet bottle of beer. He holds the Supreme Championship up and opens the bottle with the side of the gold plate.
That's right, Lord Blake had the RSW Supreme title belt remodeled to double as a bottle opener.
He puts his feet up on a chair in front of him and looks into the melted ice pool. It reflects the sky above him as cans and bottles float through it. With some of his words still slurring, he begins speaking to the reflection of his hungover self.
“Ugh, I’m gonna hear about this. Those former child beauty pageant failures are definitely going to coat themselves in some Clemson barf and say that my team is going to lose just like my team lost.
“The narrative is all there: despite it being a one score game and Auburn coming this close, they just couldn't finish off the number two team in the country. Auburn's defense carried them to a respectable game while their offense contributed literally nothing. They had to pull out every single one of their trucks the first drive, like playing all three of their quarterbacks. The game was kept close in spite of their offense, really.”
He takes a swig of his seven am beer.
“Meanwhile, Clemson was taking all the risks and had them all pay off, like opting to go for it on fourth-and-four instead of kicking a field goal for guaranteed points, rather having their gamble pay off with a touchdown later. Deshaun Watson said it himself: Clemson knew they weren't walking into Auburn's house and blow my Tigers out. Just like Ari and Mondae should probably know that they won't step into my main event and run right over me. I mean, they'd be idiots to think that. Chaos already tried that on her own once, I don't see how her smaller, weaker back up would help."
Referring to back up triggers something in his memory.
"Oh yeah, I guess I have smaller, weaker back up too. Ugh. I know there will be other Auburn games this season, but they've already ruined their chances at an undefeated year and possibly the National Championship. Right now I've got my own championship to think about. Of all the week’s to not win, why did you choose this one, Gus Malzahn?"
Okay, maybe he is a little disappointed in his team's loss despite the strong showing. All he could do is not suffer the same fate.
