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So 12 of you liked last week’s article, and that’s all I need to press on through the deafening sadness of Auburn fandom. As we stare down the existential dread of another game week, let’s join together in song.
An old plastic cracked case
For an 2013 season dvd
In my Ikea dresser
I bought it in a happy time
In a time full of happy plans
To win more than 8 games
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
This team has a broken line
can’t block, can’t run or pass
They just fumble or punt
Gus used be good to me
Score points in the fifties
But now we can’t make it past ten
And it wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
Wears me out
We looked like the real thing
Stidham was like the real thing
Our broke plastic team
But I can’t help the feeling
Bruce Pearl’ll give me meaning
If I just turn this off
‘cuz it wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
But no coach can be who you wanted
No coach can be who you wanted
without a line
without a line
In case you need further inspiration: