Because I'm a fan. The kind that grew up on 0-10-1, on C. Pell, the kind that watched Emmitt with a towel over his head that night on the Plains in after we lost 10-7 in 1989. The kind of fan that drove to AWW Burn and saw Rat Dog win one we needed, bad. The kind that had to laugh when my wife (an Auburn grad) called me when Rex couldn't pull one out of a hat.

I'm a fan who says the hell with it. With a friend that says we go because we are gators. The fan who will laugh pre game, drink some bourbon with a friend from Troy, Alabama, and Opp. The kind who will hope for a miracle ala Kerwin Bell in 1985.

The fan who at age 50 knows that they aren't many trips left to Auburn - day or night (if expansion does not right that wrong). So we will have fun that Friday night in Atlanta with the score still 0-0, who will wake early and rather than open a beer will get my youngest ready for a soccer game, kiss her bye and tell her I'll see her after a gator victory.

I'll go and I'll yell. I won't curse teenagers for not playing the right way. I won't call for anyone's head. I won't boo or mutter that our coaches stink. I will cheer and implore. I will encourage and hope. I will have a good time because after 200+ games I've seen in person, I won't be 'the guy' folks lump together with so called new generation who is spoiled rotten.

Have a beer with me if you find me.