TSteven what I was meaning is when UK whens the NCAA title have they also won the SEC... I think at somepoint I saw a stat that stated that if UK wins the SEC then they are not as likely to win NCAA.

Since we have a few people that are at liberty to search the web all day or they are just good with research... I figured that someone could find out if this is a true statement.

Actually last year Bama had five USA Today All Academic students which was more than any school had EVER had. This year we were second on the list behind Yale, I believe. Yes, it's been years since I was a student there but I am proud of the fact that they can study and party and play football! Come to think of it, they play basketball too - just ask Stanford!!!

won't happen. The money Arkansas brings in from the SEC is a far cry from what they would bring in in the Big XII. Although, from a geographic standpoint it would be easier on the fans as far as travel and the old SWC rivalries (Texas, aTm). Arkansas and Mizzou would probably become a pretty good rivalry too, but, we're starting to build one with LSU in all sports and UT in football if we could keep playing them instead of South Carolina every year.

Speaking on the UK winning the SEC and national titles. They won the SEC in 94 and 95 but Arkansas won the NCAA in 94 and lost to UCLA in 95 in the final, so it's true in those instances anyway.

Re: Bite Me SEC!
 

Yes, Tom, two SEC schools are still playing - Vandy and my Alabama Crimson Tide (by virtue of beating #1 seeded Stanford!). Read your sports section in the paper!!!

Here are your stats!
 

SEC Champions
1933 Kentucky
1935 No Tournament
1937 Kentucky
1939 Kentucky
1940 Kentucky
1942 Kentucky
1944 Kentucky
1945 Kentucky
1946 Kentucky
1947 Kentucky
1948 Kentucky
1949 Kentucky
1950 Kentucky
1951 Kentucky
1952 Kentucky
1953-78 No Tournament
1984 Kentucky
1986 Kentucky
1988 Kentucky
1992 Kentucky
1993 Kentucky
1994 Kentucky
1995 Kentucky
1997 Kentucky
1998 Kentucky
1999 Kentucky
2001 Kentucky
2002 Kentucky


NCAA Champions
1948 Kentucky
1949 Kentucky
1951 Kentucky
1958 Kentucky
1978 Kentucky
1996 Kentucky
1998 Kentucky

Re: Here are your stats!
 

That's what I'm talkin bout!

Go Bama and Vandy!:)

GO TIGERS!!!!
(LSU Tigers that is)


Some quotes I’ve seen about LSU (& they are all so true):

Pros: This will be your ultimate football experience!
Cons: If you don't like noise, this is NOT the place for you!

Pros: LOUD, Beautiful, Tailgating, the Fans and did I mention LOUD!
Cons: Only if you're an opponent!

You are in awe. The atmosphere of the people - man, I had goose bumps. It was another level. It was more intense than down there in Florida"
-- Auburn defensive tackle Jimmy Brumbaugh

"It's like you are in a cup with everything on top of you. You can feel it rush through your body. And the fans are close enough to throw things at you, hit you in the head and spit at you"
-- Auburn fullback Fred Beasley

"It makes a body tingle. These folks go berserk when the band marches on the field. A huge roar is heard for the invocation, for heaven's sake. They not only know the words to the national anthem, they sing them, loudly."
-- Douglas Looney, Sports Illustrated describing a Saturday night in Death Valley.

"Baton Rouge happens to be the worst place in the world to be a visiting team."
-- The Late Paul "Bear" Bryant, head coach of Kentucky, Texas A&M and Alabama.

"I stood in Tiger Stadium and I thought, 'This is what the Colosseum in Rome must have been like."
-- Ed Simonini, Texas A&M linebacker.

"It was like the Colosseum in Rome and we were the Christians."
-- The late Bobby Dodd of Georgia Tech.

"Unbelievable, crazy. That place makes Notre Dame seem like Romper Room."
-- Brad Budde, USC lineman.

What else could you want from a college football venue? Food in the stadium is typical ballpark food...but OUTSIDE when tailgaiting is as good as any 5 star restaurant in New Orleans. The stadium itself resembles the Colosseum in Rome...and is gorgeous. And how many other teams can boast of rolling out an ACTUAL bengal tiger named Mike V into the stadium and then park him outside the opposition's locker room? Just LSU, that's how many! Do yourself a favor...make it to a game in Death Valley.

Go to Auburn, be forever changed

October 03, 2002

BUD POLIQUIN
POST-STANDARD COLUMNIST, SYRACUSE

I have descended into college football's Grand Canyon. I have stood in its
Alps. I have gazed at its ocean sunset. I have done all of these things and
I've been changed forever.

I knew, of course, that we were different up here. I understood that autumn
Saturdays in our burg have never been given over to any kind of serious
sporting fervor. I've accepted for a good, long while that a fair amount of
our citizens regularly choose to pick apples or seal driveways rather than
head to the Carrier Dome to watch the Syracuse University Orangemen at play.

But, Lord have mercy on our college football souls, I've come to realize we're
not merely quirky in these parts. And we're not just overly particular. No,
having attended a game in Auburn, Ala. - which is like going to Mass in Rome -
I'm convinced that, by comparison, we're as dead as the flying wedge.

"Let me tell you something," said Paul Pasqualoni, the SU coach who can
recognize bedlam when he is forced to shout above it. "Being in that stadium
with all those people - the noise level, the atmosphere - was exciting. It was
a lot of fun. To me, it was just spectacular being there."

He was speaking of Jordan-Hare Stadium, where four days earlier his SU club
had lost to the Auburn Tigers 37-34 in an environment that was equal parts
Woodstock, Mardi Gras, New Year's Eve and Madonna's last wedding. And the
Crimson Tide boys, those rascals from the other side of the state, weren't
even in town, to say nothing of the Bulldogs, Gators or Razorbacks.

Nah, it was just the Orangemen, a non-league bunch from somewhere up north ...
with a losing record yet. But it didn't matter. This, because the cherished
Tigers were on the other side, and that was enough for those Alabama locals to
respond the way the French did when Patton's army showed up in Paris.

"I missed my wife's birthday so I could cheer on my beloved alma mater against
Syracuse," Brent Miller wrote in an e-mail addressed to me following the
three-overtime affair. "But you know what? I would have been there if our
opponent had been the state of New York's worst high school team."

"Country, God and college football are usually our top three passions,"
e-mailed another Auburn guy, Steve Fleming. "But not always in that order."

"I grew up in Denver in a family with season tickets to the Broncos games,"
e-mailed yet another believer, Rick Pavek. "I call Auburn home now and, take
my word for this, Broncomania is nothing like Tigermania."

The point is, with the Orangemen returning to the gray Dome that is so often
lifeless to play Big East Conference foe Pittsburgh on Saturday, it's clear
that somebody's not getting it. Either the Auburn faithful - and people like
them in Knoxville and South Bend and Lincoln and Gainesville and Columbus and
Austin and elsewhere - are far too crazed or we're way too cool.

Listen, down there in eastern Alabama they pass out full-color, high-gloss,
22-by-17-inch, two-sided, fold-out pamphlets titled, "The 2002 Guide To Game
Day At Auburn University." And on Page 2 of each can be found the announcement
that nobody is allowed to begin tailgating until 4 p.m. icthe day before the
game.nm

"You can't be anything but envious," said Jake Crouthamel, the Syracuse
athletic director who was a wide-eyed witness to all of the SU-Auburn doings.
"You can't be anything but envious when you have that kind of support. I mean,
there were 84,000 people in the seats. And the RVs and house trailers were
lined up five miles outside of town. When you talk about the epitome of what
the college football experience is all about ... that's it. Auburn is the
epitome. You couldn't possibly be unaware of the spectacle, even if you were
trying to be unaware."

The orange-clad zealots, who are in their seats fully 30 minutes prior to
kickoff, thunder through choreographed cheers. The band, which is saluted upon
its arrival by the big house with a standing ovation, blares. The PA system,
which continuously blasts the sounds of a growling tiger, pipes in songs by
the Dixie Chicks and interviews with the Auburn coaches.

Before the game, there is the great Tiger Walk during which the Auburn players
march along Donahue Street through thousands of people, some of whom weep, and
into the stadium. After the game, there is the mass papering of famous
Toomer's Corner downtown. And between all of that, a golden eagle circles the
place before landing on the field to a deafening roar.

And us? Um, let's see. We can't fill 49,000 seats. We debate, ad nauseam,
standing-vs.-sitting in the Dome. We give our tickets to takers at the door
who had to be schooled in the art of courtliness. We regularly vacate the
joint long before the final gun. We allow, in a good-idea-gone-bad, a bunch of
vulgar louts planted in a thing called "The O-Zone" to chant expressions you'd
never say in front of Mom at the dinner table.

In other words to compare our college football experience to that of Auburn
(and a lot of other places) is to compare a skillet of beans to a plate of
Chilean sea bass. And while that might sound harsh, it doesn't make the words
any less true.

Believe me on this. Please. I have descended into college football's Grand
Canyon. I have stood in its Alps. I have gazed at its ocean sunset. I have
attended a game at Jordan-Hare Stadium in Auburn, Ala. And I've been changed
forever.

This is an old article that Lewis Grizzard wrote after UGA beat Clemson in 1984. He never had a son, but it's still a classic and I think it sums up how a lot of Georgia fans view football.

Great moments in a would be father's life
To my Son, if I ever have one:

Kid, I am writing this on September 3, 1984. I have just returned from Athens, where I spent Saturday watching the University of Georgia, your old dad's alma matter, play football against Clemson.

While the events of the day were still fresh on my mind, I wanted to recount them so if you are ever born, you can read this and perhaps be able to share one of the great moments in your father's life.

Saturday was a wonderful day on the Georgia campus.

We are talking blue, cloudless sky, a gentle breeze and a temperature suggesting summer's end and autumn's approach.

I said the blessing before we had lunch. I thanked the Lord for three things: fried chicken, potato salad and for the fact he had allowed me the privilege of being a Bulldog.

"And , Dear Lord," I prayed, "bless all those not as fortunate as I."

Imagine my son, 82,000 people, most whom were garbed in red, gathered together gazing down on a lush valley of hedge and grass where soon historic sporting combat would be launched.

Clemson was ranked number 2 in the nation, and Georgia, feared too young to compete with the veterans from beyond the river, could only dream, the smart money said, of emerging three hours hence victorious.

They had us 20-6 at the half, son. A man sitting in front of me said, "I just hope we don't get embarrassed."

My boy, I had never seen such a thing as came to pass in the second half. Todd Williams threw one long and high, and Herman Archie caught it in the end zone, and it was now 20-13.

Georgia got the ball again and scored again, and it was now 20-20, and my mouth was dry, and my hands were shaking, and this Clemson fan who had been running his mouth the whole ballgame suddenly shut his fat face.

Son, we got ahead 23-20, and the ground trembled and shook, and many were taken by fainting spells.

Clemson's kicker, Donald Igwebuike, tied it 23-23 and this sacred place became the center of the universe.

Only seconds were left when Georgia's kicker, Kevin Butler, stood poised in concentration. The ball rushed toward him, and it was placed upon the tee a heartbeat before his right foot launched it heavenward.

A lifetime later, the officials threw their arms aloft. From 60 yards away, Kevin Butler had been true, and Georgia led and would win 26-23.

I hugged perfect strangers and kissed a fat lady on the mouth. Grown men wept. Lightening flashed. Thunder rolled. Stars fell, and joy swept through, fetched by a hurricane of unleashed emotions.

When Georgia beat Alabama 18-17 in 1965, it was a staggering victory. When we came back against Georgia Tech and won 29-28 in1978, the Chapel bell rang all night. When we beat Florida 26-21 in the last seconds in 1980, we called it a miracle. And when we beat Notre Dame 17-10 in the Sugar Bowl that same year for the national championship, a woman pulled up her skirt and showed the world the Bulldog she had sewn on he underbritches.

But Saturday may have been even better than any of those.

Saturday in Athens was a religious experience.

I give this to you, son. Read it and re-read it, and keep it next to your heart. And when people want to know how you wound up with the name "Kevin" let them read it, and then they will know.

This is no joke. I got spit at because I was wearing an Ole Miss sticker. My cousin had purpleand gold football thrown at her from like the top of the staduim because she was carrying an Ole Miss skaker. LSU fans could lost every game of the season and they will still talk about that Earthquake Bowl that happened like 20 years ago...which I admit is an interesting story. But the fans are just downright mean. The only place you will go in the SEC and not always get Southern Hospitality.

Also...a picture is worth a thousand words...so here are a few...again.

http://www.tailgating.com/Tour%2003/Ole%20Miss.htm

HEY! HEY! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAWGS! Sic em!

Re: Here are your stats!
 

Ladies and gents......raise up those bourbon shots!!!!!
Hell yeah!!!! ;)

Umm... that's not the only place. :rolleyes: I was sat on fire at a UT game. (thus, my reasoning for hating UT -sorry, to all UT fans)

Oh well, good basketball is worth it. ;)

I always support SEC schools when UK is not playing against them. I'll even, cough, root for UT when they are against other conferences. WOW, that was hard to say! ;)