<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261</id><updated>2012-02-12T21:16:36.885-06:00</updated><category term='NCAA'/><category term='Cecil Hurt'/><category term='Fan Mail'/><category term='AJC'/><category term='Pat Forde'/><category term='Contract Boy'/><category term='Recruiting'/><category term='Bebes'/><category term='Sabamania'/><category term='Crimson Karma'/><category term='The Jester'/><category term='Clone'/><category term='Crimson Carma'/><category term='Clothing'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Notre Dame'/><category term='Championship'/><category term='Houston Nutt'/><category term='Saban Bowl I'/><category term='Rock Star'/><category term='Johnny Majors'/><category term='Kick-off Times'/><category term='Auburn'/><category term='ESPN'/><category term='FineBaum'/><category term='Rich Rodriguez'/><category term='Lake Burton'/><category term='Aggie Boy'/><category term='Pumpkin Boy'/><category term='Tennessee'/><category term='Mike Price'/><category term='Salary'/><category term='Sabanoia'/><category term='Miles Brand'/><category term='Paul Jr.'/><category term='Georgia'/><category term='Contract'/><category term='Les Miles'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Steak Boy'/><category term='Richt'/><category term='Lincoln Financial'/><category term='LSU'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='Miami'/><category term='Sly'/><category term='Cajun Potty Mouth'/><category term='Corso'/><category term='Perkinator'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='New York Times'/><category term='Depth Chart'/><category term='Practice'/><category term='Press'/><category term='Western Carolina'/><category term='Mal Moore'/><category term='Cockadoodle'/><category term='Carter Strickland'/><category term='Vanderbilt'/><category term='Arkansas'/><category term='Probation'/><category term='Mike DuBose'/><category term='Saban Field'/><category term='Spring Game'/><category term='Kirk McNair'/><category term='Steve Spurrier'/><category term='Bear'/><category term='Pumpkinator'/><title type='text'>The Football Diary of Nick Saban</title><subtitle type='html'>i am in charge. deal with it. and don't make me do public appearances.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7571300852911897048</id><published>2008-08-15T10:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:49:44.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out - I'm even a celebrity in Business</title><content type='html'>It's wonderful being the King.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot damn, &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/forbes/2008/0901/092.html"&gt;check this ou&lt;/a&gt;t from Forbes. Finally, somebody has some common sense relative to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt; I'm creating for the University of Alabama brand. Dude, I may well be the brand. This is not a cost equation for the University, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/SKWk92pkXBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iwFV9nPsHlw/s320/sabanforbes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234771524436909074" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a freakin money generation machine coming from me, myself, and I. The University's football program had $32m in profit last year (even after paying me). I'm not just a coach. I'm the CEO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's think back.. 92,000 show up for practice last year. 72,000 show up this year. Neutral site games in Jacksonville and Atlanta. The greatest recruiting class in the history of sport. Don't get me wrong, I loved the circus clowns that ran the 'Bama football program the decade before me, but they didn't exactly leave the cupboard full on any level. Hell, I haven't even been here two years yet, and my claim to greatness here is unquestionable. Bryant Denny &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saban&lt;/span&gt; Stadium. I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite quotes in the article is some crap about how I was given control of everything. Yeah, right. If Mal wanted me to step foot on campus and save his ass from getting shitcanned, I told him he'd have to give me the keys. To everything. Then I said I want $32m. And he did. Then I said I would think about it. Should have seen the dude sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cajun Potty Mouth and Jester "I have a new offensive genius" Tuberville must truly be scratching their gazongas this morning. The 'Bama juggernaut is already headed towards championships, and we get free press in Forbes. Not just in Forbes, but the damn cover. Wonder how much that ad would have cost us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roll Bama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7571300852911897048?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7571300852911897048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7571300852911897048' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7571300852911897048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7571300852911897048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-it-out-im-even-celebrity-in.html' title='Check it out - I&apos;m even a celebrity in Business'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/SKWk92pkXBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iwFV9nPsHlw/s72-c/sabanforbes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2628053197886222913</id><published>2008-08-12T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:00:56.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time: The Process, Take Two</title><content type='html'>Folks, I can't believe it's been a year since I kept you abreast of the comings and goings of King Nick. I'm not going to sugar coat this crap - that slide to end 2007 totally sucked. So I hunkered down, and went and wrangled the best recruiting class in history. Most of them will probably play this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the emails I've gotten since January asking if I'm the "real" Nick Saban. Of course, why else would I be here? I hope all of you have received the autographed footballs I sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a number of "football guys" prognosticate that we'll finish third in our division. It's the same bunch of yahoos who pick Florida to win the East, but Georgia to win the national championship. Dumbasses. Seems like I should weigh in here to help you guys out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, anybody who thinks "this is Clemson's year" has obviously been in a whole for 15 years. If I had a nickel every time I heard that I'd be rich. Glad we'll be able to put that notion to rest on August 30. No reason to make the Clemson fans carry-on delusional for too long. It just ain't good for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jester: dude, WTF? They have a new offensive "genius," and nobody on their team that has actually run that very potent offense from Troy somethin State. Top 10? Somebody is smokin somethin good, and I wish they would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phat Phil: all the bitchen about the subpoena. Dude, folks down here still think the Civil War is in progress - you think a bunch of our alumni who feel totally butt-you-know-what are going to just let this slide? You must be jokin. Pretty cool they took my recommendation on timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestor Miles: ok, the comment about all the schools from Lousiana beating 'Bama. Gotta say, I admire your bravado. But I can't tell you what an idiot you were for not taking the Michigan job. After a couple of crappy seasons with your own jail-house recruits, you'll be run out on a rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Petrino: knew you'd see the light - just didn't think you'd run out of Atlanta like somebody escapeing a crime scene. Wait, that actually makes sense. Welcome home. Looking forward to the Fayatteville ass kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGA: not exactly a #1 team. Will probably lose a couple before October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croom: you're pretty nice. And it will be nice to see State slip back to 4-7 in this version of the Croom Era. Wonder if you get a trophy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuttmeister: Ole Miss sucks. Always has, always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a pretty good intro to get us back on track. They are working on my statue for the area outside of Bryant Denny Saban Stadium - need to go supervise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2628053197886222913?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2628053197886222913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2628053197886222913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2628053197886222913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2628053197886222913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-time-process-take-two.html' title='It&apos;s time: The Process, Take Two'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-3177126885234220471</id><published>2007-11-01T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:38:07.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saban Bowl I'/><title type='text'>Latest LSU Fan Gear</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Lester would like the fan base in Cajun Country to dress like some of his players. Check out this pict sent to us from Holly in Baton Rouge. Team colors and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RynkmlcLU5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HX7bCsqhqck/s1600-h/LSUfancostume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RynkmlcLU5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HX7bCsqhqck/s320/LSUfancostume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127881002274476946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-3177126885234220471?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/3177126885234220471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=3177126885234220471' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/3177126885234220471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/3177126885234220471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/11/latest-lsu-fan-gear.html' title='Latest LSU Fan Gear'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RynkmlcLU5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HX7bCsqhqck/s72-c/LSUfancostume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-5582267496544407652</id><published>2007-10-31T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:37:54.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saban Bowl I'/><title type='text'>Wow, I can't believe it</title><content type='html'>As we head to Saban Bowl I, all I've heard is how pissed off the "LSU Nation" is at me for coming back to college football. Maybe it's just a bunch of bullcrap from the media. I mean, come on, they never mislead their readership with an exaggeration of the facts, do they? Well, Mal says I'm liked by everybody. And I guess this means LSU Nation. Check out this shot from Debra in Tuscaloosa - looks like they miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryi9M1cLU2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/FhKgtZ_Je4k/s1600-h/lsu2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryi9M1cLU2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/FhKgtZ_Je4k/s320/lsu2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127556203962651490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-5582267496544407652?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/5582267496544407652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=5582267496544407652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5582267496544407652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5582267496544407652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-i-cant-believe-it.html' title='Wow, I can&apos;t believe it'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryi9M1cLU2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/FhKgtZ_Je4k/s72-c/lsu2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-5215532468358249391</id><published>2007-10-31T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:41:10.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saban Bowl I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Championship'/><title type='text'>It's my birthday; my gift to Les Miles</title><content type='html'>You know, somebody told me that Lester was feeling a little blue at all the attention I'm getting leading up to this game. After all, his birthday is in a couple of weeks. I decided that I should honor this where all good things come together in the Universe. Kinda like Crimson Carma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryh3mFcLU1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/QCcroN_JM90/s1600-h/saban1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryh3mFcLU1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/QCcroN_JM90/s320/saban1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127479671940404050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I sent him this autographed picture. More importantly, I left him a little note that you can't read on the image here. But it says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Lester, Best Wishes. Maybe you'll experience the feeling of this photograph at your next coaching job. Yours Truly, King Nick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-5215532468358249391?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/5215532468358249391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=5215532468358249391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5215532468358249391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5215532468358249391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-my-birthday-my-gift-to-les-miles.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday; my gift to Les Miles'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryh3mFcLU1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/QCcroN_JM90/s72-c/saban1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-737881786324225696</id><published>2007-10-31T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:27:34.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>It's my Birthday Today. And Halloween. Scary stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryh0eVcLU0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/LY4xA6m9AfU/s1600-h/CK-304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryh0eVcLU0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/LY4xA6m9AfU/s320/CK-304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127476240261534530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a great year for the King, no doubt. Today I'm turning 56, so don't forget to send cards and letters. No gifts are required. Mal game me four million of those a year last January, and frankly, just having to watch Les Miles squirm on the sideline of Saban Field at Bryant Denny Stadium this weekend is gift enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-737881786324225696?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/737881786324225696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=737881786324225696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/737881786324225696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/737881786324225696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-my-birthday-today-and-halloween.html' title='It&apos;s my Birthday Today. And Halloween. Scary stuff.'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ryh0eVcLU0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/LY4xA6m9AfU/s72-c/CK-304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-5216175654089442488</id><published>2007-10-31T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:20:01.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><title type='text'>Saban Bowl I Mania heats up</title><content type='html'>Folks, it's almost that time. While drinking my Sabamoca this morning, I decided to take the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt; back to the throne for a sit-down. There it is - front page of the sports section, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/31/sports/ncaafootball/31lsu.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=sports&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;yet another story on the insecurity of the LSU coach and fan base&lt;/a&gt;.  I know I'm the King, but this is even a little bit bigger than the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuscaloosa News&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote from LSU fan Linda Hendricks caught my eye: “He could have been governor. He could have been president. Now he’s a traitor. He’s not even sexy anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Linda, if you have deep enough pockets in the state of Louisiana, you can be anything you want. Last I saw, most of it is like Lester's house is gonna be in a month or so: for sale. And Linda, you know I'm sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These poor LSU fans, I just don't get it. They were losers before I got there. I brought them a championship, and unbelievable athletes. They can't even enjoy all the winning while they have it. Before long, 'Bama will rule the SEC West again, and LSU championships will be nothin but a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-5216175654089442488?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/5216175654089442488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=5216175654089442488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5216175654089442488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5216175654089442488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/10/saban-bowl-i-mania-heats-up.html' title='Saban Bowl I Mania heats up'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-8776837074032368564</id><published>2007-10-25T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:20:26.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Textbooks? Who needs 'em</title><content type='html'>So I guess by now you've heard: my boys are so interested in class that they were caught with extra textbooks. Hey, they are just trying to quench their thirst for knowledge. Reminds me of an email I received last week from Bobbie Jane in Andalusia. I'm not suggesting that all 'Bama fans can't spell, I'm just sayin.... these dudes can come party at my house any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal says I'll probably get a letter from our Director of Media Relations for this, but after beating the Hell out of Pumpkin Boy, he doesn't seem to care what I do. Benefits of being the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RyCJc1cLUzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QtvsYaZ49os/s1600-h/redneck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RyCJc1cLUzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QtvsYaZ49os/s320/redneck.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125247504422228786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-8776837074032368564?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/8776837074032368564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=8776837074032368564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8776837074032368564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8776837074032368564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/10/textbooks-who-needs-em.html' title='Textbooks? Who needs &apos;em'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RyCJc1cLUzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QtvsYaZ49os/s72-c/redneck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-5670614514261866457</id><published>2007-10-24T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:56:29.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><title type='text'>Some Cajun Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rx947I5_4WI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0yVs_6zn_Fc/s1600-h/lsuhunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rx947I5_4WI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0yVs_6zn_Fc/s320/lsuhunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124947858369274210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to Cindy Lou from Baton Rouge for this shot. I feel like there is much to say about this photo, but I'm guessin the picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did ya'll hear that comment I made about the upcoming game "being all about the players" and not about the coaches at all? Ok, that is crap. I wanted to say the right thing. Mal said I should. But truthfully, for my own self gratification, I hope we kick LSU's ass. How great would it be to take LSU players and beat 'Bama 3 years ago, then turn around and beat those LSU players with my 'Bama kids on November 3? Says something about my great coaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Les Miles goes for about 8 first downs on fourth down in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-5670614514261866457?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/5670614514261866457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=5670614514261866457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5670614514261866457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5670614514261866457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-cajun-hunting.html' title='Some Cajun Hunting'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rx947I5_4WI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0yVs_6zn_Fc/s72-c/lsuhunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-5720368864962199556</id><published>2007-10-23T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:42:43.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lincoln Financial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Boy'/><title type='text'>I'm calling it Saban Bowl</title><content type='html'>It's true, I am the King, but I had no idea how good it felt to beat the Pumpkin Boy from Saban Field at Bryant Denny. Holy crap, that was such a beating that it was as if Bear Bryant himself was on the sideline.  Except he wasn't. I was. The King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had my boys ready to play. For starters, I was tired of hearing that bullcrap all week out of Ole Miss about that replay. The guy was out of bounds, and you suck, ok? You are Ole Miss. Understand your place in the Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, it was Tennessee. We all know how Pumpkin shredded this program with the NCAA (thus creating my throne for me down the road). His miscalculation was that a coach worth a damn would be worthy enough to win and clean up the mess he helped create. I'm convinced the orange porker was behind this textbook mess last week right before game time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, we're #1 in the SEC West and play Lester's bunch in two weeks here in T-town. It's very confusing: all these folks in Louisiana have these anti-Saban t-shirts. Don't they remember I actually won a national title there? Coach Cajun Potty Mouth truly has no brains, and will surely screw this season up for the state of Louisiana. Come on, that touchdown pass in the waning seconds against Auburn wasn't brave, it was stupid. All he needed was a field goal. And if his boy had bobbled it, Auburn wins, and the LSU Chancellor sticks a "for sale" sign in Lester's front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about all that. We have a big game in two weeks. I'm calling it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saban Bowl&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, that's right. Kinda like Super Bowl, only bigger. None of the Lincoln Abe Financial crap for a start time either. 5pm in the afternoon, so plenty of time for all of you to get tanked up before game time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabamania. Saban Bowl&lt;/span&gt;. Beating LSU. It's that happy Carma where all good things in life come together at once. Lester Miles, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIUYA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-5720368864962199556?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/5720368864962199556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=5720368864962199556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5720368864962199556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5720368864962199556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuesday-morning-after.html' title='I&apos;m calling it Saban Bowl'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-4423781740082259645</id><published>2007-10-14T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T13:07:32.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Boy'/><title type='text'>Welcome me back King Saban</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been a few weeks and another loss since we last got together. Truth is, I've been busy planning for the second half of the season with little time for fanfare. And, of course, losin kinda sucks. I keep telling the media freps to lay off, but they insist on stirring up controversy down here. In the meantime, thanks for all the emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our boys are making some nice strides. We don't know how to play 60 minutes yet, but I expect that to improve as the season ebbs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, did ya'll see ol Lester yesterday? Dude lost to Kentucky. A team that wears all blue uniforms. LSU gets to #1 for exactly one week for the first time since Moses walked the earth before Coach Cajun Potty Mouth squirrels away a two-touchdown lead at Kentucky in the fourth quarter. Those media guys were all about "Saban who" after their "big" win over Florida. Funny, they can't go a week down there without talking about what a great job I did while I was coaching there. I don't think LSU lost to Kentucky while I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what bowl LSU is headed to after they finish third in the SEC West? Music City? I'm guessin LSU Alums already have the jet fueled up for Lester's moved to Ann Arbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Pumpkin week. Nope, not Halloween. It's Fulmer in Tuscaloosa. Let the Sabanoia begin. Lincoln Abe Financial, start kissing my butt if you want an interview. Can't believe those freps at CBS chose Kentucky vs Florida over the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third Saturday in October&lt;/span&gt;. Morons. Don't they know we keep our fans glued to their seats until the buzzer every single week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auburn, LSU, and Tennessee. And CBS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. SIUYA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-4423781740082259645?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4423781740082259645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=4423781740082259645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4423781740082259645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4423781740082259645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-me-back-kng-saban.html' title='Welcome me back King Saban'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-8218879372245491210</id><published>2007-09-28T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:48:02.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some "sharing" at Free Shoes U.</title><content type='html'>Ok folks, I know Bobby is a "saint," but give me a break. Things are beginning to get a little loose over in Tallahassee. Check out this quote from Florida State prez T.K. Wetherell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm pretty comfortable," Wetherell said about the investigation. "I'm more concerned at this point with what I don't know than with what I do know. Some of those 23 may come off the list. Whether somebody else goes on, that's the kind of stuff we're running down now. It may go up by a few or down by a few."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, if that's not a definition for "lack of institutional control," I don't know what is. Sounds like the guy is covering his own ass right and left. It could be more, it could be less, I'm kinda worried, but not, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, let me translate this for you. He's scared out of his pants that about half the football team is gonna get busted for cheating before Bobby gets run out of.. I mean, retires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-8218879372245491210?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/8218879372245491210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=8218879372245491210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8218879372245491210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8218879372245491210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-sharing-at-free-shoes-u.html' title='Some &quot;sharing&quot; at Free Shoes U.'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-8180876900223556502</id><published>2007-09-28T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:12:11.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowden as Moses</title><content type='html'>Much love and Crimson Carma to Cindy Sue from Jacksonville for this shot. Apparently, Bobby has been around for a while.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rv0LA45_4VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EQcZvj6APgI/s1600-h/bowden-redsea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rv0LA45_4VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EQcZvj6APgI/s320/bowden-redsea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115256861666304338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, you really have to like this guy. Bill Curry of all people got the 'Bama job instead of him, and yet he seems to harbor no ill feelings. I hope he still shakes my hand after we drum the 'Noles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-8180876900223556502?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/8180876900223556502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=8180876900223556502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8180876900223556502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8180876900223556502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/bowden-as-moses.html' title='Bowden as Moses'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rv0LA45_4VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EQcZvj6APgI/s72-c/bowden-redsea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2338379962111452796</id><published>2007-09-25T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T06:52:28.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><title type='text'>The Auburn Way?</title><content type='html'>Folks, I crap you not, this is an actual photograph. I can't look at this without hearing banjos and wondering who is about to "squeal like a pig."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rvj1uo5_4UI/AAAAAAAAADs/M-EJLecMJCk/s1600-h/auburn_way.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rvj1uo5_4UI/AAAAAAAAADs/M-EJLecMJCk/s320/auburn_way.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114107558482665794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Jimmy from Opp for mailing this shot in. Is this an example of the Auburn strength and conditioning program? Or which one is Jester? No wonder they lost to Mississippi State. Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2338379962111452796?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2338379962111452796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2338379962111452796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2338379962111452796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2338379962111452796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/auburn-way.html' title='The Auburn Way?'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rvj1uo5_4UI/AAAAAAAAADs/M-EJLecMJCk/s72-c/auburn_way.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1211603836119806101</id><published>2007-09-25T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T06:24:05.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Attention Fans</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm only gonna say this once. Cause Mal says I need to say something about class. Don't throw crap at the opponents - even if they act like they've won only one championship ever, and are acting like they are humping each other wildly in your direction. It's best just to let them finish. And to whoever threw the Jim Beam, at least finish the stuff before letting the bottle go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For gosh sakes, we're not Auburn. Cause if we were, we would have pulled out the fire hoses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Georgia fans chanting "we want Florida" after the game: really? Haven't you guys only beaten them twice in about 100 years? Folks, they have a linebacker playing QB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1211603836119806101?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1211603836119806101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1211603836119806101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1211603836119806101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1211603836119806101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/attention-fans.html' title='Attention Fans'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7266880841542791075</id><published>2007-09-23T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:50:59.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Forde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESPN'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning After: Spike the Sabamoca</title><content type='html'>Comrades, legions of fans, disreputable journalists: yes, I have to admit, the loss last night to Georgia was a tough one to swallow. But before we let the media tell us "we told you so," let's take a moment to reflect on where we are, and where we're going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt; finished 6-7 last year, and had no comeback wins in six years&lt;br /&gt;Talk of Championships had been replaced with talks of thumbs and strip clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now:&lt;br /&gt;We're 3-1, sit second in the SEC West, and still control our own destiny to an SEC title&lt;br /&gt;Our expectations are focused on what we want from our team on the field&lt;br /&gt;This is a building block to a championship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, I'm glad that '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt; nation hurts so much this morning. It means that the football team matters, and that we now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; to win versus hoping to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/columns/story?columnist=forde_pat&amp;amp;id=3032206&amp;amp;sportCat=ncf"&gt;Interesting read&lt;/a&gt; by Pat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Forde&lt;/span&gt; this morning, the ESPN super genius. While I was reading his column this morning while firmly perched on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; throne, I had to get a good chuckle out of his article. Last fall he got pissed because we didn't let him scoop that I was coming to '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt;. He then called me a "Liar" in his January column after I took the job - apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Forde&lt;/span&gt; tells ESPN every time he interviews with a competing news service. This morning he seems to take glee in his column that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sabanation&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coronation&lt;/span&gt; as King will have to wait. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though it's clear I'm King already, and things at 'Bama are different now. Moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention Pat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Forde&lt;/span&gt; and other journalists who seem to take some strange joy in the people of Alabama feeling a bit hurt after this loss: '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt; is back. We're 3-1 with an OT loss to Georgia. Before the season most of you "pundits" thought we'd finish fourth in the division behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt;, Arkansas, and Auburn. Have you even looked at the standings this morning? And by the way, have you sniffed your way around the Houston &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nutt&lt;/span&gt; leaves Arkansas, Tommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tuberville&lt;/span&gt; takes his place, and Les Miles goes to Michigan stories? Are they all liars too, or is this journalistic morals by convenience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Forde&lt;/span&gt;, get out of your hypocritical pulpit - either become a journalist, or stop insulting the rest of the profession by calling yourself one. Friends of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sabanator (FoS)&lt;/span&gt;, you can reach Pat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Forde&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;i&gt;ESPN4D@aol.com. &lt;/i&gt;Tell him King Saban said to kiss his.... ok, Mal said to stop.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The Georgia game is now history. Let's get ready for Florida State. King out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7266880841542791075?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7266880841542791075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7266880841542791075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7266880841542791075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7266880841542791075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-morning-after-spike-sabamoca.html' title='Sunday Morning After: Spike the Sabamoca'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7747551201275653063</id><published>2007-09-22T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:15:06.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crimson Carma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESPN'/><title type='text'>Game Day: Georgia</title><content type='html'>The mystery is solved. The Dawgs closed their practices this week because I worked for Belichick. Mark, you're so clever to have figured that out. It did make getting our cameras and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvUxW45_4SI/AAAAAAAAADc/N76_GVK1qzk/s1600-h/ElectricFootball.2.14.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvUxW45_4SI/AAAAAAAAADc/N76_GVK1qzk/s200/ElectricFootball.2.14.06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113047221251596578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;microphones into their huddles a bit more challenging. But we finally just offered the waterboy $10 bucks and he snapped this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can say is "wow." The Georgia team has decided that arranging little dudes on the electric football table is the way to go. Mark, you seem swuft, but I can tell you Gilberry is gonna get to Stafford a whole lot quicker than the electric end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other item of note is all the moaning by Georgia fans about the 6:45 pm start. Are you kidding me? Focusing on spyin and game times ain't gonna get it done for Georgia. What about some focus on the game itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, it's electric here in Tuscaloosa. GameDay is set-up over near the stadium. You can hear the ESPN dudes doing their thing, and there is the distinct smell of bourbon in the air. It's not even noon. Reminds me of Baton Rouge, except we've won a bunch more titles here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I will say about last week is that it was last week. It's time to continue this march towards a championship. If you thought you saw wrinkles from us against Arkansas, you ain't seen nothing yet. I was so inspired by watching Jester's collapse last week against Mississippi State that I came up with some fun stuff for the Dawgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting the crowd to be louder than it ever has. I don't think the Dawgs &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvUpVY5_4RI/AAAAAAAAADU/L76pW-ZEv5k/s1600-h/circusclown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvUpVY5_4RI/AAAAAAAAADU/L76pW-ZEv5k/s200/circusclown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113038399388770578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;will try to distract us with circus tricks as Mal said earlier this week, but check out this shot of Richy Richt. Clown-like? Expect us to get up on the Dawgs early, and deliver the knock-out punch. Looks like he had a V-8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm finishing getting ready. Believe it or not, I've agreed to go get interviewed by Corso and Company over on ESPN GameDay. I've had my coffee, I'm dressed in the suit, and am ready to go continue this feel-good tour that started three weeks ago. Terry says this is not about football today. It's about Carma. Crimson Carma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7747551201275653063?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7747551201275653063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7747551201275653063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7747551201275653063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7747551201275653063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/game-day-georgia.html' title='Game Day: Georgia'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvUxW45_4SI/AAAAAAAAADc/N76_GVK1qzk/s72-c/ElectricFootball.2.14.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7888437980035526131</id><published>2007-09-22T07:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T08:16:25.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter Strickland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AJC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><title type='text'>Game preview coming; King Saban in AJC this morning</title><content type='html'>So I'm drinking my Sunday morning Sabamoca on Saturday morning. You know, I feel like a champion today. The press not only has stopped calling me a liar, they've gotten on the 'Bama bandwagon and see me as the next coming of the Bear. Did you see the &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/sports/content/sports/uga/stories/2007/09/21/saban_0922.html"&gt;article in the Atlanta-Journal Constitution this morning&lt;/a&gt; about the King Saban blog? Holy crap. My butt is getting smooched more than a monkey in heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how it went down. Right after I made Corso do wind sprints to get an interview, the AJC wanted to send Barnhart into the interview room - again. I had already chatted this guy up, and frankly was a little over it. But the AJC insisted. They said, ok, what about Furman Bisher. Helllll no. Bisher is about 800 years old, but he wrote an article for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday Evening Post&lt;/span&gt; in the 1960s accusing Paul Bryant and Wally Butts of rigging a game. Guess what? King Bear won $400,000 in damages. What a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running out of time, and annoyed, I looked over and saw this kid in the corner. "I want that guy," I said. Carter Strickland of the AJC? Yep, bring the young wingnut over here. The following is a transcript of that interview, pieces of which appeared in the morning paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me about rebuilding the confidence in the Alabama program and what you have done that has allowed fans to believe in you and your style of coaching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I walked in and reminded folks about who they are. It's like Reagan did back in 1980 - he said, "Hey, we're America, and we don't suck." After reminding them that they are Alabama, and have won numerous championships, I made it clear that I was in charge and the buck ($4m of them) stops with me. It was interesting last Saturday night - when I chose to go for the field goal late in the game, there was some grumbling in the stands because the last few years have been so tough around here. You know what? I knew my boys could do it, told them they could do it, and they did. I'm guessing that's the end of grumbling for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is winning football so important to Alabama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it really gets back to family and Southern roots. What people forget is that Alabama was a football power even before the Bear came along. It was a metaphor for the people of the state on a national level, which basically said, "hey, we're as good as you are, and we can compete on an even playing field." That still holds true today. We may be 49th in our test scores, but our QBs are as good as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you going to do to Georgia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really wanted to tell him how we'd bend Georgia over and make girly dawgs out of them, and..... Mal nudged me when he saw the look in my eye and shook his head no.&lt;/span&gt; I usually don't do the game preview until the end of the week, but I will tell you this. Any thoughts from the press that my boys can't pull that emotional level again is just plain wrong. The energy level in this town this week is unbelievable. I'm not gonna pull any of that "Is Georgia Man Enough" crap, because they are a well-coached team. But I'd be surprised if we didn't jump on them early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are the expectations too much? And are the goals to unrealistic? I mean you already have people talking national title. And everybody expects Bama to be 8-0 when they pay LSU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked this question by Corso and Barnhart already this week. You come to The University of Alabama precisely for these expectations. I think the enthusiasm the people of the state of Alabama are showing for this University, this team, and my family is unbelievable. Now there is a big difference between the fans, and our approach. This is about a process. You don't just become a champion, you have to establish building blocks to a championship. And this Saturday night will be another block to that end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What took so long for Alabama to wise up and hire you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a tough one to answer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, I knew the answer was that the place was being run by a bunch of drunken sailors, but I had to be nice.&lt;/span&gt; To be honest, it's been a bit of a circus over here since Gene Stallings left. And when they married Shula, they really wanted that marriage to work out. It probably cost them a chance at Spurrier, but all the better for me. Have you noticed there's an extra place for the next coaching statue at Bryant Denny? Right next to Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who anointed you king?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Napoleon anointed King? Negative. No one really anoints you King. Good story, though. I did make it clear before we signed the contract that I was in charge, and folks would have to deal with it. Running a football program is not a democracy - and the real problem The University had over the last few years is that they tried to run it like one. Mal Moore said, "So this makes you King?" We both looked over at Paul Jr. and he nodded his head. So I looked back at Mal, told him yes, and to put that in my contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you prefer King Saban or St. Nick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While St. Nick is nice at Christmas, I prefer King Saban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman Strickler, great butt-kissing material. You can have another interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7888437980035526131?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7888437980035526131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7888437980035526131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7888437980035526131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7888437980035526131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/game-preview-coming-king-saban-in-ajc.html' title='Game preview coming; King Saban in AJC this morning'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6471461913565764498</id><published>2007-09-20T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:56:58.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crimson Carma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Boy'/><title type='text'>The Unemployment Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvKKB64vHoI/AAAAAAAAADE/w-8rSfmKjao/s1600-h/TubbyFulmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvKKB64vHoI/AAAAAAAAADE/w-8rSfmKjao/s320/TubbyFulmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112300292610662018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Crimson Carma to Keith H. from somewhere in Alabama for this shot. I wonder where these two wonderlichs will end up next year? Feel free to captionate on this one. Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6471461913565764498?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6471461913565764498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6471461913565764498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6471461913565764498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6471461913565764498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/unemployment-line.html' title='The Unemployment Line'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvKKB64vHoI/AAAAAAAAADE/w-8rSfmKjao/s72-c/TubbyFulmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-4048121560436270356</id><published>2007-09-19T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:21:26.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabanoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><title type='text'>Auburn People Follwing the Tide</title><content type='html'>I have to take a little timeout from all the Sabanoia talk to share a public service announcement. Apparently, Auburn fans are so distraught with the start of the season that they've decided there is only one game left: the one in November against the 'Bama and the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvFnO64vHnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GWJL9-0MeHM/s1600-h/auredneck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvFnO64vHnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GWJL9-0MeHM/s320/auredneck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111980558065278578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, they are now travelling in their homes from town to town watching 'Bama games to help Jester spy on us. I'm not so worried about a lesser team getting an advantage by seeing my boys up close during practice. But I am concerned with what the local health department calls "unsanitary conditions." My advice is to avoid the area behind Shoney's Big Boy on McFarland Boulevard, and you're probably fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-4048121560436270356?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4048121560436270356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=4048121560436270356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4048121560436270356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4048121560436270356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/auburn-people-follwing-tide.html' title='Auburn People Follwing the Tide'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvFnO64vHnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GWJL9-0MeHM/s72-c/auredneck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2446048423264335189</id><published>2007-09-19T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:58:34.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabanoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabamania'/><title type='text'>Georgia Peek-a-boo</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna lie, I'm as curious as anyone as to what Richt is doing behind the big green fences over in Athens. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabanoia&lt;/span&gt;. One of our undercover agents just emailed me this shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvEaU64vHmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kUaoRVnWFak/s1600-h/99_uga_upside_down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvEaU64vHmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kUaoRVnWFak/s320/99_uga_upside_down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111895998749154914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, this brings a couple of questions to mind. Is the plan to distract my team with circus tricks from the Georgia mascot? Or, is this an example of what the Georgia offensive line will do when my big defensive ends come running through the line to eat the quarterback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal says this is all playing right into my hands. Georgia is so distracted by the King's mere presence that their focus is not even on the game. Mal thinks they are gonna try the circus trick thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University PR people said the servers nearly collapsed yesterday with all the traffic to my blog. With the ESPN blow hards in town and the Sabanoia in Athens, Sabamania is skyrocketing. Speaking of which, excuse me, I gotta go sit down with Corso and Herby. Mal reminds me to be nice top Corso. We'll see. I'd love to see that dude do some wind sprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2446048423264335189?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2446048423264335189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2446048423264335189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2446048423264335189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2446048423264335189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/georgia-peek-boo.html' title='Georgia Peek-a-boo'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RvEaU64vHmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kUaoRVnWFak/s72-c/99_uga_upside_down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-9054902758380316487</id><published>2007-09-18T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:48:57.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabanoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richt'/><title type='text'>Word for the day: Sabanoia</title><content type='html'>Ok boys and girls, I'm not Gumby, but I do have a new word for the day: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabanoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabanoia: &lt;span class="pron" onmouseover="return m_over('Click for pronunciation key')" onmouseout="m_out()" onclick="pron_key()"&gt;(s&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/abreve.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;b&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/lprime.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/schwa.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;-noi&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/schwa.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; A psychotic disorder characterized by delusions of persecution that might or might not strike your football team if you are not on King Saban's side, often strenuously defended with apparent logic and reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use this in a sentence. Maybe two sentences. Auburn people, this is still on one hand, so you should be able to count that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mark Richt suffering from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabanoia&lt;/span&gt;, he closed football practice cause he doesn't know what else to do. He thinks his team could get beat, and has no idea how to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also impact other coaches in your league who are not playing you that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabanoia&lt;/span&gt; is flowing like water in Auburn. As a result, Jester is trying to figure out how to blame Nick Saban's arrival for his team's complete collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, camera's are not necessary when you are the best coach in all the land. King out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-9054902758380316487?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/9054902758380316487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=9054902758380316487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/9054902758380316487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/9054902758380316487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/word-for-day-sabanoia.html' title='Word for the day: Sabanoia'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2207856250893142705</id><published>2007-09-18T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:11:40.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saban Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richt'/><title type='text'>I think Richt has lost it</title><content type='html'>Wow, sounds like somebody is a bit paranoid. Mark Richt closed practices to the public for the first time in seven years at Georgia. Seems he was afraid we might be stealing their signs or something. Mark, you seem like a nice guy. You're not exactly King material, but a nice member of the court nonetheless. But here are my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Florida been stealing signs from Georgia for the last 20 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your team "man enough" to just line up and run the football this weekend? I seem to remember some former Auburn coach saying something about that. Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ru_2y-x3kMI/AAAAAAAAACs/0OWiQrPkqNM/s1600-h/prison_bars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ru_2y-x3kMI/AAAAAAAAACs/0OWiQrPkqNM/s320/prison_bars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111575457794855106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't need your signs. I'm the King, and now we win. Besides, "if i did it," we stole 'em back in late summer when your fall camp was open to the public and anybody with a camera. By the way, thanks for sending lunch over to all the "reporters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for Mark, Athens-Clark County Jail only allows limited visitation, so we couldn't steal the signs from most of their kids at this point anyway. We can't get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, can you folks imagine the electricity at Saban Field at Bryant Denny this Saturday night? Gives me chills just thinking about getting up 21-0  on the Dawgs. And Finishing this time. Sabamania is in full force. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2207856250893142705?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2207856250893142705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2207856250893142705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2207856250893142705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2207856250893142705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-richt-has-lost-it.html' title='I think Richt has lost it'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ru_2y-x3kMI/AAAAAAAAACs/0OWiQrPkqNM/s72-c/prison_bars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-3343021628112281602</id><published>2007-09-18T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T06:49:19.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESPN'/><title type='text'>ESPN Coming to T-Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ru-7Cex3kLI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZAoGOKaGZf0/s1600-h/lee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ru-7Cex3kLI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZAoGOKaGZf0/s320/lee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111509753385160882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much love and Crimson Carma to Bobbie-Ray of Huntsville for this one. Shhh, don't tell anyone. Mal says I need to be nice all week cause there will be more press here this week than at a Pope speech. Of course, the Pope has some issues right now - like how to fix Notre Dame's football program. Yikes. Wonder how Irish fans feel about that "lifetime" contract now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-3343021628112281602?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/3343021628112281602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=3343021628112281602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/3343021628112281602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/3343021628112281602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/espn-coming-to-t-town.html' title='ESPN Coming to T-Town'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Ru-7Cex3kLI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZAoGOKaGZf0/s72-c/lee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1597164364875718346</id><published>2007-09-18T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T06:40:28.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><title type='text'>Auburn Joke</title><content type='html'>Oh, I know, I have not written in a few days. I've been so damn busy since the big, emotional, win over Arkansas. Not only that, but my publicist (Mal) is working double-time to keep up with all the feel-good media requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to Joe-Bob from Tuscaloosa for this joke. You know, I tried to warn Jester this would be a touch season. All he could do was complain that Brandon Cox wasn't getting any pub in the pre-season. Yikes, no kidding. That kid couldn't hit a swinging tire in the backyard if he were standing right next to it. Oh, the joke here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tuscaloosa AP - A seven-year old boy was at the center of a Tuscaloosa County courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him. The boy has a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with child custody law and regulation requiring that family unity be maintained to the highest degree possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her. When the judge then suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried and said that they also beat him. After considering the remainder of the immediate family and learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life among them, the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing the boy to propose who should have custody of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After two recesses to check legal references and confer with the child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Auburn Tigers, whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Auburn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Siouya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1597164364875718346?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1597164364875718346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1597164364875718346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1597164364875718346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1597164364875718346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/auburn-joke.html' title='Auburn Joke'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7293223016762049905</id><published>2007-09-15T10:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:17:02.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arkansas'/><title type='text'>Game Day: Arkansas</title><content type='html'>Folks, I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I'm more relaxed than a dude who just knocked down a fifth. I mean, I'm the King, and check out all this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre Dame is 0-2&lt;br /&gt;Michigan is 0-2&lt;br /&gt;Auburn is 1-1, and lucky for that&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee is 1-1, soon to be 1-2&lt;br /&gt;And we're 2-0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stars are lining up. My running game is tremendous, and we have Mt. Text Message coming to town today. Ok, I know you've been waiting for this. Here's the day's breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bama fans started arriving by all kinds of vehicles on Thursday. By kickoff on Saturday night, there will be 92,000 drunk rednecks in the stands. Saban Field at Bryant Denny Stadium will be electric. Even more electric than opening night. This is SEC football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing this will be a tough tilt. We'll be up something like 12-7 at half time. Good ole Leigh Tiffin will belt some field goals. I'll get interviewed by one of those stupid sideline reporters on the way to the locker room where I will moan about our lack of touchdown production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second half, the stadium will just become bedlam. ESPN2 will show me on TV a bazillion times pacing the sidelines. The Nutt will get his team the lead, but then we'll swing back and pull away. Check this out: we score a couple of TDs late, and win 26-14. Mr. Nutt, have a safe drive back to Kansas or Arkansas or wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7293223016762049905?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7293223016762049905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7293223016762049905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7293223016762049905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7293223016762049905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/game-day-arkansas.html' title='Game Day: Arkansas'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2705923465773666914</id><published>2007-09-12T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:19:49.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>Jester supports Croom? Really? So Surprising.</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, did you hear the &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/football/ncaa/09/11/tuberville.croom.ap/"&gt;scuttle-butt&lt;/a&gt; coming out of Auburn this morning? Apparently Jester is giving his full support to Sly Croom. Seems like I remember him voicing similar support for Steak Boy. It's truly shocking that Jester would support a coach at a division rival who is 10-26 over the past four years. Guess what? I'm pulling for Croom to stay on a few more years too. I might even be willing to contribute part of the King's ransom to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feeling I will voicing my support for Jester to stay on too when his team limps to November just over .500. Maybe Sly's team will contribute to the cause this Saturday. He's already my beaatch on the recruiting trail around this state. Just wait till we hit the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2705923465773666914?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2705923465773666914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2705923465773666914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2705923465773666914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2705923465773666914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/jester-supports-croom-really-so.html' title='Jester supports Croom? Really? So Surprising.'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6809796134590719971</id><published>2007-09-12T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:42:11.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>My Staff makes some cash - just like the King</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting on the "throne" this morning doing a little light reading. I get a few of the sports pages from newspapers around the state. It seems everybody's a bit excited about my staff being the highest paid in the league. They all found out "through an open records request." It sounds official when newspapers say that.  What it means is they sent some poor kid making $5.25 an hour over to the courthouse to spend some time diggin through papers. Poor schlep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Dick Tracy's of the Alabama Press Corp., yes, my staff is the highest paid. Why did this take an open records request? I'm the King, and make more dinero than any coach in college football. So, my staff is also the highest paid in the SEC. I told ya'll I was intent on hiring the best staff possible. Mal didn't just give me keys to the kingdom, he game me a blank check. Actually, he gave me a lot of blank checks. We want to win today, not five years from now. And yes, young Applewood makes more than the offensive coordinator under Steak Boy. They scored, like, never in the red zone. Did you see the holes open up for Grant last Saturday? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6809796134590719971?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6809796134590719971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6809796134590719971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6809796134590719971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6809796134590719971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-staff-makes-some-cash-just-like-king.html' title='My Staff makes some cash - just like the King'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7565456684952556951</id><published>2007-09-12T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:18:14.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>Oh My, it's Steak Boy</title><content type='html'>So Terry decided we needed some 'Bama stuff for the house. It's all about this Crimson Karma she's been talking about. And you know, she's right. As King, you need items that point to your greatness everywhere from the Stadium to the wall just above your toilet. So I go into my office this morning, and I nearly quaffed the Sabamoca out my nose. Check out this print:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RufXcux3kKI/AAAAAAAAACc/7B5OBb-C8sg/s1600-h/1391PaulBearBryant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RufXcux3kKI/AAAAAAAAACc/7B5OBb-C8sg/s320/1391PaulBearBryant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109289190868619426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the holy hell is this? Did 'Bama fans actually buy this print?I know things have been desperate here for years, but I didn't know even the artists were drinking to get through the pain.  I explained to Terry that not all 'Bama history is worth hanging on the wall. Steak Boy next to the Bear. It's like Jester next to , well, ok, nothing from Auburn to compare. But it's ridonculous. I think Heinz-57 here lost more games in four years at Saban Field at Bryant Denny Stadium than Bear did in his whole career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we have started casting for my statue. Did ya'll notice there is an extra space next to Bear over at the stadium? Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7565456684952556951?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7565456684952556951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7565456684952556951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7565456684952556951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7565456684952556951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-its-steak-boy.html' title='Oh My, it&apos;s Steak Boy'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RufXcux3kKI/AAAAAAAAACc/7B5OBb-C8sg/s72-c/1391PaulBearBryant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6575697959622472524</id><published>2007-09-11T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:49:45.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston Nutt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arkansas'/><title type='text'>What a Nutt job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RubUm8cGZuI/AAAAAAAAACU/DAsalKGp-Z0/s1600-h/houstonnuttcrazy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RubUm8cGZuI/AAAAAAAAACU/DAsalKGp-Z0/s320/houstonnuttcrazy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109004592822511330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to Cindy-Ray from Elba for this shot. My only question is where does he keep the cell phone for all the text messaging? Ok, so that wasn't my only question. Just look at this picture. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is the dude I'm coaching against this week? Looks like Gaylord Focker's daddy. And probably coaches like him too. I hear rumors that Tuberville will be a Razorback next year. I think I can help them both in their job changes. The second home game of the season should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6575697959622472524?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6575697959622472524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6575697959622472524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6575697959622472524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6575697959622472524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-nutt-job.html' title='What a Nutt job'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RubUm8cGZuI/AAAAAAAAACU/DAsalKGp-Z0/s72-c/houstonnuttcrazy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-4377658840294819608</id><published>2007-09-11T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:32:40.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><title type='text'>Oh, Stop it Tom</title><content type='html'>Did you see &lt;a href="http://www.sportingnews.com/yourturn/viewtopic.php?t=270309"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; from Tom Dienhart over at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sporting News&lt;/span&gt;? Holy crap, this dude is so far up my ass his pencil is coming out my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the good-will press tour this past summer, I did have a chat with Tom to let him know I would be King, and he better stop the mean talking and start kissing my butt. Check out this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But, hey, it's really not fair being Nick Saban right now. The guy has the world by the tail and legendary status at his feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, I do have legendary status at my feet. Tom, great butt-kissing material. You get the first interview after we manhandle the old fart at Florida State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-4377658840294819608?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4377658840294819608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=4377658840294819608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4377658840294819608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4377658840294819608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-stop-it-tom.html' title='Oh, Stop it Tom'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-705795605940892400</id><published>2007-09-11T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:24:56.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanderbilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cockadoodle'/><title type='text'>Dear Abby Tuesday</title><content type='html'>The weekend was extremely busy. Did you see that ass-kicking in Nashville? I told you it wouldn't be close. This team will really be on the move the next month. JPW is having trouble finding receivers, but Terry Grant is the real deal. So anyway, I get in this morning, and have three urgent emails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To: Sabanator@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From: Tommy Tuberville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date: 9/9/2007 12:45 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Nick-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My team is pathetic. We somehow managed to get into overtime with South Florida, only to blow it. Of course I know that the game should have never gotten to overtime, that South Florida coach needs a kicker. I think I'm screwed. What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tommy T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jester, you are totally screwed. I'm signing all the top players in the state, and my team actually looks like it knows what it's doing. South Florida may need a kicker, but you need a QB. And an offensive line. And some defense. Dude, you should probably put some feelers out for that Arkansas job, as old Houston is gonna be singing your sad tune this time next week. I'm happy to help you network, or you can just send Houston a text message if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out. King Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To: Sabanator@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From: Les Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Date: 9/8/2007 11:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dear Nick-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't stand myself right now. My team is pretty great, but all I can think about is the job in Ann Arbor. What next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester, you're in a no-win situation. The press hounds can sniff this a mile away. My advice is to bail on LSU mid-season and jump to the Michigan job. Otherwise, the press will think you're a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up yours. King Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these emails and letters. I see one on my desk from the head Cockadoodle and Jail House Richt. I'll get to those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-705795605940892400?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/705795605940892400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=705795605940892400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/705795605940892400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/705795605940892400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-abby-tuesday.html' title='Dear Abby Tuesday'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7407746148194462338</id><published>2007-09-07T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:47:47.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanderbilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Jr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>Game Day: Vanderbilt</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Friday afternoon. I hope you're getting ready to clock out for the day and enjoy a cold one. I know I am. Just as soon as Paul Jr. gets it. Mal says I really should cool my jets over being in charge, but I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Vanderbilt. It's alway fun to go to the Music City USA. Former home of Opryland and the like. So let me break down how the day will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is getting broadcast by Abe Financial, so we have a blasted 11:30 am kick-off. They don't have an AD at Vandy, so the school just does what it's told by the league office. Anyway, 11:30 am is damn early for a football game. I will make my troops get up at 5:30 am for a jog through downtown Nashville. We'll run to the outskirt of town where all the 'Bama RVs are and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00 am, we'll have breakfast. I'm not talking about the stupid "continental" breakfast of a banana and juice either. I'm talking all the fixuns. Pancakes cooked by yours truly, eggs, bacon, sausage, and maybe some fried chicken. Johns gets two of everything since he's the fullback. Grant gets a muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:30 am, we enter the stadium dressed in our suits. The ovation will be unbelievable. There will even be cheers for some of my troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11:30 am, we burst on the TV seen in front of the "partisan" crowd. That's what the TV dudes will say .Yeah, whatever. Partisan would mean there are some Vandy fans even there. I'm expecting 45,000 Bama fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vandy always plays 'Bama tough" is all I've heard this week. Bullcrap. This ain't the Steak Boy regime. By halftime we'll be up 17 - 0. I tell JPW that on the next TD, he gets a break. Sure enough, we'll be up 24-0 seven minutes into the third quarter. Reserves come in, mop up, and we glide to a 31-10 victory. My first SEC victory as King of the Crimson Tide. It's very very good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll then go catch some games on the tube. Lester and Jester have tough ones this week. I wonder if either will be coaching in the SEC next year since I'm the King. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7407746148194462338?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7407746148194462338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7407746148194462338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7407746148194462338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7407746148194462338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/game-day-vanderbilt.html' title='Game Day: Vanderbilt'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-8731685484774900245</id><published>2007-09-07T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:23:27.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><title type='text'>Nice Article in Selma Times Journal</title><content type='html'>It's true that I'm in charge, and the King, but it's almost like I'm writing these articles myself. Check this one out from George Jones of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selma Times Journal&lt;/span&gt; . No shit, his name is George Jones. Wonder if he is related to the singer. Anyway, a clip from his article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A big win, a rendition of "Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer" that wasn't the best I've seen but still very good and the ongoing love fest for the new Crimson Tide coach made for heckuva way to start the college football season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One game down, 11 (or is it 12 or 13) to go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, George, it was a heckuva way to start the season. Great butt-kissing material. You could get an interview. And yes, we assume that the season extends far beyond the Auburn game. It's the process that makes us champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-8731685484774900245?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/8731685484774900245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=8731685484774900245' title='194 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8731685484774900245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8731685484774900245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/nice-article-in-selma-times-journal.html' title='Nice Article in Selma Times Journal'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>194</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2797117904868780705</id><published>2007-09-07T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:11:06.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contract Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><title type='text'>Letter to my former Fish Players</title><content type='html'>As you know, I've been on the feel-good tour since early July, and it;s paid off with some excellent television and newspaper coverage. Contract Boy and Mal both say I did good, but they are looking for more. They want more? Bingo, I'll write a &lt;a href="http://www.sun-sentinel.com/sports/sfl-flspdolnote07nbsep07,0,206055.story"&gt;letter to my former Fishes&lt;/a&gt;. But only those that played for me, screw the rest of 'em.   I thought my loyal fans should read this to. It doubles the impact of goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fishes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I had to get out of town rather abruptly last January - there were thousands of people waiting at the T-Town airport for me, and if I had waited another day many of them might have passed out from the beverages they were consuming. It wasn't about me, it was about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to almost apologize for getting the hell out of Miami. I mean, we were really on a roll, and we might have gone 8-8 this year with all the talent we had coming back. But I must be honest. You guys actually kinda suck. And so does the NFL. I'm the coach, but you guys make so much money that you truly don't give a crap what I tell you. "We're all adults," you tell me. But then I have to chase running backs to other continents only to find out that they are pulling a Beatles on me and just getting higher than a kite. Not so grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have that new coach. You'll have a new system. It'll be great. While you're trying to get to 6-10 and blaming me for your sorry ass season, the King will be running the Crimson Ship towards greatness. We're gonna play in some kind of cool bowl better than Shreveport or Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.  And any Auburn players on the Fish team, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siuya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2797117904868780705?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2797117904868780705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2797117904868780705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2797117904868780705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2797117904868780705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/letter-to-my-former-fish-players.html' title='Letter to my former Fish Players'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-310836148147772338</id><published>2007-09-07T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T07:57:21.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Tatoo Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RuFKnMcGZtI/AAAAAAAAACM/DVT6a8cqPKQ/s1600-h/p1_tidetattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RuFKnMcGZtI/AAAAAAAAACM/DVT6a8cqPKQ/s320/p1_tidetattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107445489629292242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to Phil from Eastaboga for this shot. I know I'm the King, but even I'm speechless. Mal says I get everything that Bear got plus a few million bucks, but I may have to draw the line here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-310836148147772338?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/310836148147772338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=310836148147772338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/310836148147772338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/310836148147772338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-tatoo-love.html' title='Some Tatoo Love'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RuFKnMcGZtI/AAAAAAAAACM/DVT6a8cqPKQ/s72-c/p1_tidetattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6684263118401576709</id><published>2007-09-04T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:02:32.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><title type='text'>Coaches Corner: Letter from Lester</title><content type='html'>I cannot get enough of being King of Tuscaloosa. After Saturday night, you would think we had won the national championship. Folks, it's all about process. And looking sharp doing it. Anywho, I found this letter in my in-box this morning. I think we'll start a new feature called "Coaches Corner" cause I get email from coaches every week looking to be as Kingly as myself. On to this week's segment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear King Nicholas-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First, congrats on the big win. It looked more like a coronation than a football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I've been under a lot of pressure coaching your players after you won a national title and left town. I know, I could have had the 'Bama job before you, but that place was a mess back then. I've been popping Rolaids like candy just trying to get through this year - first, I took a swipe at Pete Carroll for the Pathetic -10 schedule, then Cal whips Tennessee. Next I told a bunch of people to F--- Bama cause you coach there now and I feel the heat. This week we have Virginia Tech - but what's really on my mind is that Michigan job. Lloyd Carr is toast after letting App State shock the world. I played at Michigan, and met my wife there, and want to get the hell out of your neck of the woods (at least until you take the Notre Dame job). How do I act like I'm not thinking about that job, yet secure a long term deal for $33 million?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Friend in Coaching, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is like Dear Abby, only with people who aren't losers. Ok, that's not true entirely, I just got this note from Lester. So, here's my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To: Les Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bcc: LSU Alumni Groups, LSU President, LSU AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lester,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, thanks for at least recognizing I'm in control. Yes, it was a coronation fit for a King Saban. And F-You too. I'm not your damn friend in coaching, but I think I can help you here. Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester, you should start telling people you plain want the Michigan job. Now. Why wait? I mean, tell everybody. The press, your boss, the recruits, your wife, your dog. I know you have a big game this weekend, but the press already thinks you're negotiating anyway. Bastards. So tell them all you want the Michigan job more than anything, cause you "want to go home." The press will eat that alumni-I love Michigan-crap right up. Just make sure Michigan wants you, or the LSU folks will run you out of Baton Rouge before Halloween. Come to think of it, they may do that anyway. It will be like I told them of this letter, but didn't. Go get a U-Haul. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingly Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Nick Saban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6684263118401576709?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6684263118401576709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6684263118401576709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6684263118401576709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6684263118401576709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/coaches-corner-letter-from-lester.html' title='Coaches Corner: Letter from Lester'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1900743656516062248</id><published>2007-09-02T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:16:09.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><title type='text'>Sunday morning Sabamoca</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. It was quite a Saturday on the gridiron. The King had a huge day, and the Jester nearly wet himself. I think there were nearly as many fans outside the stadium hoping for a glimpse of me as there were fans in it. Let's review the day's activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the important stuff. Did ya'll notice those cool 'Bama shirts we were all wearing on the sidelines? Yeah, you guessed it, the King picked that out himself. I wanted to wear Birks with the pants, but nobody - including Terry - thought this was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appalachian State? Are you kidding me? The ESPN blowhards kept saying how they really were a championship team, even though they came from a lower level. But are you serious? Did any of this press dudes pick Appy State before kickoff? Hell no. The press are sheep. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Boy got his ass kicked out in Berkeley. You know, on the one hand I wanted them to beat Cal for SEC supremacy, but on the other, it was pretty nice to see the Big Orange do the Big Flop. Somebody just turned up the heat in Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre Dame sucks. Somebody schedule them for us immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auburn. Jester looked like he was about to wet his pants late in the fourth quarter. Can you imagine if they had actually lost? I heard the Auburn Board of Trustees was already warming the plane for a coaching search. If Kansas State can nearly pull the upset, I'm looking forward to our little visit over there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Western Carolina Catamawhos did a great job .... playing road kill. I told ya, there would be all kinds of ceremonies, and one major butt-kicking. I wasn't even far off on the score prediction. #29, whatever his name is, did a great job. That first touchdown was pretty electrifying. Sabamania was, well, Sabamania. Get out the straw hats baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal said I should do something nice for their coach. So I signed a football with the score on it and sent it his way. Gosh, that thing will be worth a fortune, so I hope he hangs on to it. He didn't seem as happy at receiving it as I was to give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saban Field at Bryant-Denny Stadium&lt;/span&gt;. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1900743656516062248?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1900743656516062248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1900743656516062248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1900743656516062248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1900743656516062248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-morning-sabamoca.html' title='Sunday morning Sabamoca'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6247572168790926518</id><published>2007-09-01T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:58:19.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Carolina'/><title type='text'>Game Day: Western Carolina</title><content type='html'>Folks have been clamoring all week for me to let you guys in on what's gonna shake out at Bryant-Denny this evening. First, a little housekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much help as we gave Croom's staff, it's amazing they got their ass kicked like they did against LSU - at home, no less. I'm not sure Lester's team is that good, but it it pretty clear State has no talent. 45-0? At home? The ESPN blowhards kept saying how State had improved over last year. True, they gave up 52 points last year. I can't wait to take my team over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this day is gonna be full of all kinds of ceremony - for the King Saban Era begins a little after 6pm this evening. I started the day with some light meditation and yoga, followed by a full breakfast. Terry can certainly scramble some eggs. I had her play a little Skynard while I drank my Sabamoca. You know, those are sweet sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we're playing Western Carolina Catamawhos. Their AD said he would knock $5k off the check we owe them if I shook his hand before game time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow. I'm more King than I thought&lt;/span&gt;. Mal says this is a nice gesture on my part. I think it's economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the crowd will roar a few times while we go through warm-ups. Then I will run out with the team to the sounds of other former Kings here - Bryant, Stallings, and then Me. Yep, I'm gonna be on the jumbotron. You guys will absolutely pee in your pants when you hear me coming booming over the loudspeakers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We have an opponent in this state that we work everyday, 365 days a year, to dominate."&lt;/span&gt; Hell yes. Sabamania will be out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get up 30-0 with the starters. I'll pull them out, then we'll limp in with a 47 - 3 victory. Pretty nice way to start my reign here in T-town. Write down the score, it's going on my statue next to Bear in a few years. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6247572168790926518?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6247572168790926518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6247572168790926518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6247572168790926518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6247572168790926518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/09/game-day-western-carolina.html' title='Game Day: Western Carolina'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6496415973331548036</id><published>2007-08-30T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:56:31.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabamania'/><title type='text'>Now my own TV Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtcgJ8cGZsI/AAAAAAAAACE/ViAeGxRk4-E/s1600-h/saban.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtcgJ8cGZsI/AAAAAAAAACE/ViAeGxRk4-E/s320/saban.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104584057862645442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week is really getting some momentum. I'm the King, so you can imagine I've been approached by a number of companies for endorsement deals, including the Burger King. Not so interested in that, but the creators of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; have decided I should play a character in the show. This is so cool I nearly wet myself. Stadiums, streets, clothing, and now my own cartoon. I'm calling it Sabamania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6496415973331548036?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6496415973331548036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6496415973331548036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6496415973331548036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6496415973331548036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-my-own-tv-show.html' title='Now my own TV Show'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtcgJ8cGZsI/AAAAAAAAACE/ViAeGxRk4-E/s72-c/saban.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-4667639799999371770</id><published>2007-08-29T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:35:35.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cajun Potty Mouth'/><title type='text'>Baby Picture of Lester</title><content type='html'>This picture landed on my desk this morning. The envelope simply said "King Nick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtX0fccGZrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5IG8EcMwMHo/s1600-h/baby_crying_closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtX0fccGZrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5IG8EcMwMHo/s320/baby_crying_closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104254573741500082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it was a relative, then I realized who this reminds me of: Lester Miles. Somebody get that dude a pacifier before he yacks on all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-4667639799999371770?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4667639799999371770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=4667639799999371770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4667639799999371770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4667639799999371770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/baby-picture-of-lester.html' title='Baby Picture of Lester'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtX0fccGZrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5IG8EcMwMHo/s72-c/baby_crying_closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7961016013964538929</id><published>2007-08-29T16:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:17:50.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cajun Potty Mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Jr.'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy Week</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's the moment we've all waited for. The King's official coming out party in Tuscaloosa. This week is special in so many ways, but it's truly been exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I did my first Game Week press conference for the press dudes. They were eatin my words up quicker than a wiener dog on kibbles and bits. I threw out a depth chart - funny, it got met with all kinds of comments from the press like "no surprise here," etc. Those guys are so full of it. I totally treated them like mushrooms all fall camp - kept them in the dark and fed them crap. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just another form of Crimson Carma. I've been on fire since SI hit the news stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I had to suspend a couple of players. Thought I should get that out of the way. Folks, we're playing Western Carosomebody this weekend. My grandmother could suit up and outrun the Catamarans. We'll be fine. I'm predicting a large margin of victory for the ESPN Gameplan audience. Anywho, I'll give a more detailed breakdown of the game later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to admit I've been a bit naughty. But Lester is so much fun to screw with that I couldn't help it. Ok, don't tell him, but this is what I did. I spent the weekend over in Starkville with Sly Croom. I figure that guy really deserves a break.  You could argue that he got one when he beat Steak Boy in T-town last November, but my arrival has made that pretty meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know if you've heard, but Sly's Bulldogs are playing LSU at home on that truly awesomely terrible sports journalism network - ESPN, on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I wrapped up game planning for Western Carowhoever in late July, I started working with Sly's staff on the side. Needless to say, we've put in a number of special wrinkles for the LSU game. Holy crap, I'd love to see Lester drop about 15 F-Bombs late in the 4th quarter Thursday night, down by about three touchdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent Paul Jr. out to the 7-Eleven for some water. I think he can handle the task. He's almost come to realize that I don't work for him, so we've made some great strides already this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7961016013964538929?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7961016013964538929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7961016013964538929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7961016013964538929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7961016013964538929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-busy-busy-week.html' title='Busy Busy Busy Week'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-8518696092242181683</id><published>2007-08-27T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:39:59.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><title type='text'>JoPa and the Playstation</title><content type='html'>Just heard that JoPa had decided to help his team get ready for the season with Playstation 3. JoPa,  dude, I know &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtMMI8cGZqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_1ltEENu7Ic/s1600-h/atari.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtMMI8cGZqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_1ltEENu7Ic/s320/atari.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103436150543378082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you're getting up there, but you know this doesn't simulate a linebacker flattening the QB don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, Auburn just upgraded to the Atari 2600. Hope Jester gets the paddles, cause those joysticks are a real pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-8518696092242181683?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/8518696092242181683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=8518696092242181683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8518696092242181683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8518696092242181683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/jopa-and-playstation.html' title='JoPa and the Playstation'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtMMI8cGZqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_1ltEENu7Ic/s72-c/atari.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1417916815154134987</id><published>2007-08-27T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:10:32.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crimson Karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cockadoodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crimson Carma'/><title type='text'>Crimson Karma vs Crimson Carma</title><content type='html'>It's less than a week before kick-off, and a sense of peace has come across me. It really got me to thinking about the Universe, and my place in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife Terry started this cool thing called Crimson Karma this fall at the University. It's all about doing nice things and having it come back to you in some fashion. Clearly she is much nicer than me. It's very very cool. I decided that I wanted to talk about Karma myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the name. I need to distinguish this. So I'm calling this "Crimson Carma." See, I changed the "K" to a "C." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so clever since that cover of SI&lt;/span&gt;. So what is Crimson Carma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Crimson Carma by The King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing I am the King and that the conference is already shaking&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing we're better than people think already&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing 92,000 care so much that they show up for a meaningless scrimmage&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing that nobody cares the cow college has one for the thumb&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing Lester is so distracted his Tigers are about to screw it up in September&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing the national press is now eating out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing the question isn't "if" but "when" are we going to win the next championship&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing we won three or four national titles but we get to call it twelve&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing Pumpkin Boy is feeling pressure before we even hit the field&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing Cockadoodle is ticked off at the USC administration&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing that JoPa is now using a playstation for practice. And laughing.&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing my name will adorn one of these street signs&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing we're not distracted by text messages or "substance" policies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and, most importantly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing that Auburn has now become an afterthought in this state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. Time for some yoga. Roll Bama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1417916815154134987?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1417916815154134987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1417916815154134987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1417916815154134987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1417916815154134987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/crimson-karma-vs-crimson-carma.html' title='Crimson Karma vs Crimson Carma'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-3291740365918133897</id><published>2007-08-25T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T08:13:09.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contract Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston Nutt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cockadoodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Boy'/><title type='text'>Some interesting math</title><content type='html'>Contract Boy says I should keep working on my image. Much love to the US Department of Education for supplying the figures below. A whole lot has been made of my salary. I'm not a math whiz, but it seems to me that the economic impact I bring the University should be taken into account. Did you see the 92,000 who showed up for the spring fun? How much extra beer and food and Bama stuff do you think got consumed as a result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you think that free advertising for the University on the cover of Sports Illustrated this week is worth? Some dufus with the Atlanta-Journal &amp;amp; Stupidness said a few less potholes would get fixed this year in the state. They don't get it. I'm an investment in growth, not a cost center eating up valuable resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, throwing out the facts that most of my salary is paid from outside-the-university resources, if we just look at the revenue the University produces in football in comparison to my salary vs other schools, you get some interesting math. Sly looks way overpaid. P.S. Miles Brand of the non-profit group called the NCAA made almost $900,000 last year alone. What's he producing? He's no King. Roll Bama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEC coach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Football revenue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Percentage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;King Saban, Alabama&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;$4,000,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;$44,426,312&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;9.0%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Jester, Auburn&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;2,231,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;51,598,921&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;4.3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Pumpkin Boy, Tennessee&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;2,050,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;27,732,427&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;7.3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Cockadoodle, South Carolina&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;1,750,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;33,051,529&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;5.2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Urban Legend,Florida&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;1,525,550&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;48,194,552&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;3.1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Lester, LSU&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;1,450,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;39,528,895&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;3.7&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Boss Hog, Arkansas&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;1,049,644&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;28,466,785&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;3.7&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Sylvester Croom, Miss.State&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;940,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;7,185,069&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;13.0&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Ed Orgeron, Ole Miss&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;905,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;16,563,825&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;5.4&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Rich Brooks, Kentucky&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;729,165&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;19,793,174&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;3.6&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;BCS game coach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Football revenue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Percentage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Jim Tressel, Ohio State&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;$2,013,700&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;$60,773,537&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;3.3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Bobby Petrino, Louisville&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;1,743,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;16,331,615&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;9.3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Bob Stoops, Oklahoma&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;3,450,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;33,757,486&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;10.0&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Chris Peterson, Boise State&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;511,880&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;8,542,522&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;6.0&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Lloyd Carr, Michigan&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;1,454,619&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;50,365,537&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;2.9&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Trojan Man, S. California&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;2,782,320&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;27,777,249&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;10.0&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Catholic Boy, Notre Dame&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;3,300,000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;61,463,627&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;5.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-3291740365918133897?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/3291740365918133897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=3291740365918133897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/3291740365918133897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/3291740365918133897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-interesting-math.html' title='Some interesting math'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-8355582575493115362</id><published>2007-08-25T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T07:13:34.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><title type='text'>My own hat. Now my own tshirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtAcEscGZpI/AAAAAAAAABs/aSOaskA0FgM/s1600-h/sabanshirtlarge-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtAcEscGZpI/AAAAAAAAABs/aSOaskA0FgM/s320/sabanshirtlarge-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102609244784846482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, my own clothing line. It's so Saban. Add a hat, and you've got yourself a football coach. Thanks Jeff - send a few for the wife and kids as well. Oh, and Mal wants one of these too. Maybe I should pass these out to the press as party favors. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-8355582575493115362?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/8355582575493115362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=8355582575493115362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8355582575493115362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8355582575493115362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-own-hat-now-my-own-tshirt.html' title='My own hat. Now my own tshirt'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RtAcEscGZpI/AAAAAAAAABs/aSOaskA0FgM/s72-c/sabanshirtlarge-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2609686409012331019</id><published>2007-08-24T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:34:05.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><title type='text'>Lester, Meet Jester. Your Evil Twin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rs7eH8cGZoI/AAAAAAAAABk/sWOmCZZR0-U/s1600-h/wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rs7eH8cGZoI/AAAAAAAAABk/sWOmCZZR0-U/s320/wife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102259655921788546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Bama love to Cindy in Birmingham for this picture. I'm the King, so I'm calling this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caption &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capstone Friday&lt;/span&gt;. See, I make up a caption, and you can either comment or leave the King email on what you'd write here. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's really happening here? Looks like Jester zapped Lester with one of those trick hand buzzers, causing Lester's hair to stand right up. Either that, or somebody passed gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sure check my pockets for a missing wallet if I walked away from this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2609686409012331019?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2609686409012331019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2609686409012331019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2609686409012331019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2609686409012331019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/lester-meet-jester-your-evil-twin.html' title='Lester, Meet Jester. Your Evil Twin'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rs7eH8cGZoI/AAAAAAAAABk/sWOmCZZR0-U/s72-c/wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6999895977856334982</id><published>2007-08-24T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:25:13.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan Mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cajun Potty Mouth'/><title type='text'>Some email from Dothan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fan mail has been pouring in at an expected rate. Some dude from Dothan even sent the following written on a roll of toilet paper (pretty handy given where I sit to read all this stuff): "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Exalted Majesty, Great King of Alabama, King of Kings, King of the Conferences; Master of Auburn, LSU, Tennessee, Florida, Arkansas, South Carolina, Kentucky, and Mississippi, and the nations of the PAC 10; Ruler of Michigan, Sparta and Troy; Sovereign Lord of CBS, ESPN and the entire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from the rising to the setting sun, His Most Exalted, Invincible, Incorruptible, Blessed of God, and Omnipotence among mortals"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what all that means, but it sounds like I'm in charge. Dothanite, go forth and conquer. P.S., the paper wasn't as soft as I'm used to.  Send Charmin next time. With Lester's picture on it, since he poops out the mouth. Roll Bama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6999895977856334982?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6999895977856334982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6999895977856334982' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6999895977856334982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6999895977856334982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-email-from-dothan.html' title='Some email from Dothan'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1394805536104195295</id><published>2007-08-23T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:56:47.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perkinator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aggie Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Boy'/><title type='text'>Opening Day: An Ode to Greatness</title><content type='html'>During my morning jog, I began to think of the upcoming season. I get all teary-eyed thinking of the Legend I'm about to become here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking of the cover of Sports Illustrated. Gotta put a framed copy over the toilet in my bathroom&lt;/span&gt;. There will be streets, monuments, and buildings - all with my name on them. So cool. I got so excited I wrote a poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are but nine days from kick-off time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the King of ‘Bama is doing just fine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jester, Lester, Pumpkin Boy, and the Press&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all dreaming ‘Bama is a mess.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the cupboard Is not empty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The King is in charge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkinator was no fun, Curry had bricks;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stallings is the man;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DuBose was clumsy, Aggie Boy ran;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny Price nary coached a game;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Steak Boy ever "coach" a game?&lt;br /&gt;Mal needed a great coach with a little class&lt;br /&gt;And boy, did the $4m King save his ass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all is said and done&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question isn’t if, but how many,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Championships the Tide have won.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will my statue reside?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably next to Bear, purchased by the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of Tide Pride. Roll Bama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football Coach. King. Legend. Poet. I've got it all.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1394805536104195295?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1394805536104195295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1394805536104195295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1394805536104195295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1394805536104195295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/opening-day-ode-to-greatness.html' title='Opening Day: An Ode to Greatness'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2451806462758677267</id><published>2007-08-23T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:48:58.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rich Rodriguez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>Take me home, West Virginia. Not.</title><content type='html'>It's early here in Tuscaloosa, but we've got to get up and get goin. We have a team on the other side of the state that we aim to dominate 365 days a year. And from the looks of recruiting, we're way ahead of schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm reading a snippet from West Virginia coach Rich Rodriguez this morning after Yoga and coffee. I started laughing my ass off when I read this quote: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He was later talking about how important communication is, not just on the field but in all facets of life, while making another reference to the Alabama job. An erroneous report on a Friday night in December had him turning in his native blue and gold for crimson and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ‘‘That’s what bothered me about that Alabama situation — and by the way I didn’t know their pockets were that deep, Nick Saban found that out — there was a miscommunication,’’ he said.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Rich, you're full of it. I'm from Fairmont, which is right up the road. I can't believe you didn't take the 'Bama job and get the hell out of there. You know what the only good thing to come out of West Virginia is? I-81 South. That's right, you didn't know how big the pockets were in Tuscaloosa because you were too busy counting the change the booster club sent ya after you got 'Bama's offer. $4m deep. I don't think you're gonna make quite that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you accepted the offer and got cold feet. I handled it much better. I just said no comment until January. Moron. This is why I am King and on the cover of Sports Illustrated, while you're trying to get some mountain folk all excited about your team. How great would it be for us to meet during bowl week? Not great for you , I can say that. I have just about decided my team is loaded. Steak Boy was a bad coach, but he did leave a few recruits. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2451806462758677267?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2451806462758677267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2451806462758677267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2451806462758677267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2451806462758677267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-me-home-west-virginia-not.html' title='Take me home, West Virginia. Not.'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6221210371063974781</id><published>2007-08-22T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:27:34.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><title type='text'>Jester and Academic Qualifiers</title><content type='html'>Ok, this just in. Jester really should be getting his guys on the plains into the classroom. Turns out one-third of their 30 signees from February couldn't even get into school. Said Jester, "Well, we're just glad 25 of them will be on the field this fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsxjeccGZmI/AAAAAAAAABU/kPcURLo4KJk/s1600-h/DSC01308_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsxjeccGZmI/AAAAAAAAABU/kPcURLo4KJk/s320/DSC01308_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101561852585207394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty-five? Perhaps Jester should go to class himself. I'm no whiz, but that sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this picture. Thanks Bobbie Leigh from Andalusia. Bobbie titled this one, "Auburn Valedictorian." Is that an 8-track back there? Pass the cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6221210371063974781?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6221210371063974781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6221210371063974781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6221210371063974781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6221210371063974781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/jester-and-academic-qualifiers.html' title='Jester and Academic Qualifiers'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsxjeccGZmI/AAAAAAAAABU/kPcURLo4KJk/s72-c/DSC01308_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-719246795022027642</id><published>2007-08-22T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:36:00.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Jr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salary'/><title type='text'>Check it out, I'm on the cover of SI</title><content type='html'>Looks like all this "good will press tour" is really paying some dividends. Crap, check it out, I'm on the cover of Sports Illustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rsw6D8cGZlI/AAAAAAAAABM/T2rXgBLGEws/s1600-h/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rsw6D8cGZlI/AAAAAAAAABM/T2rXgBLGEws/s320/bilde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101516317341935186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much love to the writer (a Bama journalism professor, Mal says this is just fine). Check out this quote. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“They have welcomed him as Caesar, as pharaoh, and paid him enough money to burn a wet dog. Now he will take them forward by taking them back to the glory of their past -- the 21 Southeastern Conference championships, the 12 national championships, the Team of the 20th Century (as The Wall Street Journal called the Crimson Tide in 2000).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Saban has not promised them so much -- 'I don’t believe in predictions,’ he says -- but they believe. It may take two years, three, more, to be in the discussion again when people talk about the best teams in college football. But they know he will take them home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about burning wet dogs - that's more a Michael Vick thing - but I do like being called Caesar and pharaoh. I may need to get one of those togas like Bluto was wearing in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal House&lt;/span&gt;. The picture is very good, as it gets me in my vest and straw hat right in the middle of that ridiculous heat. Somewhere in the background is Paul Jr. getting me some lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Bama love to the journalist, Rick Bragg. This is fantastic butt-kissing material. Rick, I'll be leaving you a sideline pass. Please call Mal to pick it up. And Cecil, Rick is your example. Step it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this doesn't give you some sense of how in control I am I don't know what does. This school went from laughing stock to the cover of SI in nine months. Free advertising. $4m bucks? A bargain. I am the King. Everybody get on my shoulders, cause we're marching back to national prominence. Siuya Jester, Pumpkin, Lester, and all others not on the train. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-719246795022027642?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/719246795022027642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=719246795022027642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/719246795022027642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/719246795022027642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/check-it-out-im-on-cover-of-si.html' title='Check it out, I&apos;m on the cover of SI'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rsw6D8cGZlI/AAAAAAAAABM/T2rXgBLGEws/s72-c/bilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6897143751309487100</id><published>2007-08-21T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:58:24.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><title type='text'>I'm on the Peace-out Tour</title><content type='html'>Much as been made recently of the attempts to "better my image." It's such a load of crap. Mal says I should be nice. But actually, I think being a bigger-than-life horse's ass is the way &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RssnJMcGZkI/AAAAAAAAABE/pMB5H2ffqfY/s1600-h/naked%2Bon%2Bglacier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RssnJMcGZkI/AAAAAAAAABE/pMB5H2ffqfY/s320/naked%2Bon%2Bglacier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101214041838609986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to go - isn't that what Bear did? I mean, come on, I'm not smoking or drinking bourbon. Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, as part of my tour, I did a sleep-in nakedness with the press and some of my colleagues last week. I call this photo, "King Saban, ruler of all things." Pretty catchy. If you look closely, to the left, you can see me right next to the Jester. Well, not to close, if you get my meanin. That dude smells funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a special moment. Me, Jester, Cecil Hurt, and Ivan Maisel. Lester wanted to go, but I told him he'd have to wait for the next global calamity before I let that happen. Mal asked to join too, but yikes, there's only so much nakedness one can endure. You know, I just couldn't help it. Right after this shot, I put on my straw hat and ran across the meadow yelling, "I'm King of the World."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6897143751309487100?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6897143751309487100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6897143751309487100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6897143751309487100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6897143751309487100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-on-peace-out-tour.html' title='I&apos;m on the Peace-out Tour'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RssnJMcGZkI/AAAAAAAAABE/pMB5H2ffqfY/s72-c/naked%2Bon%2Bglacier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7492224955532688668</id><published>2007-08-21T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:41:22.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><title type='text'>Some Arrest Stuff</title><content type='html'>Had a little layoff over the weekend from updating all my fans. Mal's lawyers wanted to make sure my public diary was on the up and up. Made Paul Jr. get me a few cold ones Saturday afternoon since I'm in charge and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get some rest over the weekend, but I get this damn phone call the other night from one of Tuscaloosa's finest. He tells me one of my boys has been arrested on the strip. "What for?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apparently, he was talking to some friends and wouldn't go to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we got that kid at Notre Dame was transporting liquor. Catholic Boy said that was an "honest mistake." Boys at Tennessee are abusing the "substance policy." Boys at Auburn can't spell. Ok, that's not against the law, but maybe it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can't believe how much press this gets. It was even on ESPN.com. That's right, the same channel that thought 'Bama was an afterthought a year ago is now covering midnight incidents in Tuscaloosa, AL. Must suck to be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my official statement. Who gives a ratt's ass. My all-world defensive back will run about a gazillion wind sprints over the next month, and sit out the first series against Western Carolina. Done. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7492224955532688668?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7492224955532688668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7492224955532688668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7492224955532688668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7492224955532688668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-arrest-stuff.html' title='Some Arrest Stuff'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-4264483631026526273</id><published>2007-08-16T06:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:45:11.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cajun Potty Mouth'/><title type='text'>Fanmail from Bayou Country</title><content type='html'>I'm the King, and it's really showing this morning in my mailbox. It seems that my little meeting with Lester yesterday certainly stirred up the folks in Bayou Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear King. F You. Yours Truly, L.  Miles - Baton Rouge, LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester, I told you to sit down. You really should take an anger management class. I do yoga and mediation. In your case, you might want to add some meds on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Mr. Saban. If we offer you $5m, will you bolt Bama and come back to LSU? The U-Haul truck is already at Les' house. Your old buddy, The LSU Athletic Director - Baton Rouge, LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not buddies anymore. And I never really liked crawfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Sir Nick King or whatever. Who gives a shit. Let's just get drunk and watch football. Yours truly, Jo Bob Harrison - Metairie, LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is the kind of fan I'm used to down there. Same number of names as teeth in their mouths: three. They are like Cubs fans really. Whether their football team is worth a damn or not, they really just want to get drunk and party on a Saturday night. Who doesn't? I think old Jo bob is already in to the Schlitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the emails coming, it's simply entertaining. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-4264483631026526273?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4264483631026526273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=4264483631026526273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4264483631026526273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4264483631026526273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/fanmail-from-bayou-country.html' title='Fanmail from Bayou Country'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-8897501712434417466</id><published>2007-08-16T05:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:24:53.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecil Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><title type='text'>The Press is in Dire Need</title><content type='html'>They are in dire need of something, let me tell you. The Press all act as if they "know" exactly what's going on with my team. If they knew so damn much, maybe they'd be making $4m a year instead of stirring up the commoners with their two-bit columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take Cecil Hurt. Nice enough  fellow, but damn. Check this out from his column today: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When watching practice, even in small doses, and trying to form a preseason opinion about the upcoming year’s team, it’s often helpful to try to form some comparison of the current team with some of its predecessors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like snowflakes, no two teams are identical. (Who thought that there could be a snowflake reference to Tuesday’s practice?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the course of the last few days, based not only on limited practice observation but also on scrimmage reviews and statistics and, most importantly, the comments of coach Nick Saban, there seems to be parallels between this team and other Tide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teams of the past. The fact is, it appears that this team is going to have to rely heavily on offensive production to win games. That’s because the defensive talent, relative to the other teams in the league, may be at a low level that hasn’t been seen since 1969.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The previous paragraph is going to require a good bit of explication."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil, buddy, "explication"? What the hell is that? Two teams like a "snowflake"? Are you kiddin? I'm not letting you anywhere near my boys again until you take off your skirt. This team has nothing to do with 2006, or 1992 or 1969 or 1892. For one, I wasn't here then. For two, I wasn't here then. And for three, how can you draw that conclusion when I don't even let you watch practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat: we don't have a depth chart. My boys are not the losers they looked like a year ago. Coaching matters. Cecil, this wasn't very good butt-kissing material. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siuya&lt;/span&gt;. You're gonna have to run laps for the next interview. I've got the Jester across the state, and you're making a strong case for Village Idiot. Gotta go get my Saban Moca. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-8897501712434417466?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/8897501712434417466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=8897501712434417466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8897501712434417466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8897501712434417466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/press-is-in-dire-need.html' title='The Press is in Dire Need'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-8832992673831492336</id><published>2007-08-15T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:00:22.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cajun Potty Mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>Secret Meeting with Lester Miles</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I keep secrets. Come on, guys in my position – basically the Chairman of the Board if you get my drift – have to keep things close to the vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, after some light yoga and meditation this morning (this is how I control my anger towards the press), I ventured on over to Bryant Hall for an important meeting. I decided for the good of both our souls, states, and football programs we really needed to make peace. Ok, this is actually bullshit. One of Cajun Potty &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsL9fLTXiGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yM6jwQCfVhU/s1600-h/lester.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsL9fLTXiGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yM6jwQCfVhU/s320/lester.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098916440188618850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mouth’s minions set the meeting up. Lester and a couple of his assistants were waiting on me when I arrived. Made him wait something like 12 minutes so that he knows I’m important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nick,” says Cajun Potty Mouth. It’s already all I can do not to bite my own leg off, but I don’t say anything at this obvious disrespect by not addressing me in the proper way. “I’m hungry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I take him over to the cafeteria. This is like the peace talks at Camp David. I lead him and his pack around to show I’m in control. We get back to my office, where he directs his assistants to sit and they all do like dogs following around their owner. I mean, seriously, it was pathetic. Guy ate a salad instead of sausage and eggs. Must be a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So Nick, I think you know why I’m here.” Actually, I had no freaking idea. “Lester, what the hell do you want?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was hoping Mike left you some direction here.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Steak Boy?&lt;/span&gt; Are you kidding me? “What we like to do here is called cooperation – see, if you’ll give me a copy of your spring playbook, I’ll be sure to send you one of ours sometime in November. We’ve done this with Mike for the last four years – everything except that part where we send him a copy of ours. But I’ll be sure to do that this year.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee I was drinking came spouting right out of my nose. “Are you friggin kidding me Lester? My staff and I have a word for this: ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siuya&lt;/span&gt;.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he didn’t know what this meant, was it a foreign word or something. Of course Lester is stupid and spouts off at the mouth constantly, and is a moron, but I digress. “Lester, it means, Stick It Up Your Ass.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester got all fired up. F-you this, F-you that. You’re a F-er. I mean it was real poetry. Then all of a sudden he was crying, I mean bawlin. “King Nick, I’ve been winning with your players, and the fans want to beat ‘Bama more than anything this year, and Pete Carrol is getting all this attention at USC, and you’re back in the conference, and ..” I will spare you the mellow-drama. It was sad and pathetic. And sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we will not be “trading playbooks” with any other staffs in the conference. Given the way my boys were man-handled last year, it’s the only explanation I have for that record. Ok, that and shitty coaching. My boys are not losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester. Jester. Pumpkin Boy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siuya&lt;/span&gt;. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-8832992673831492336?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/8832992673831492336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=8832992673831492336' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8832992673831492336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/8832992673831492336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret-meetiing-with-lester-miles.html' title='Secret Meeting with Lester Miles'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsL9fLTXiGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yM6jwQCfVhU/s72-c/lester.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-4068745719220196594</id><published>2007-08-15T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T06:58:05.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depth Chart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>Kenny Rogers - Singer or Reporter?</title><content type='html'>So as you may have figured out yesterday, I was pissed. I tell the press repeatedly there is no depth chart, then they go try to wrangle starting roles out of my boys. In my book they are all first stringers if they can make it through this stifling heat.  I wish they would stop screwin around with the King's ways. I'm not exactly the pushover that Steak Boy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to my boy Kenny Rogers of the Dothan Eagle. Apparently when his entertainment career was over - which occurred somewhere between the movie "Six-Pack" and the song "Islands in the stream" - he converted to reporter for the Dothan Eagle. Not exactly the most respected profession, but in this case I think it was a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. Thanks Kenny for printing the entire statement I made yesterday about this depth chart thing - word for word. I don't know if you're trying to kiss my butt to get an interview, or if you were too lazy to actually write anything yourself, but I think it serves the purpose nonetheless. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-4068745719220196594?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4068745719220196594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=4068745719220196594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4068745719220196594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4068745719220196594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/kenny-rogers-singer-or-reporter.html' title='Kenny Rogers - Singer or Reporter?'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2941349467244342006</id><published>2007-08-15T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T06:26:55.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><title type='text'>Legend is my boy</title><content type='html'>So I told you last week that I'm King, and 'Bama ain't playing no stinkin 11:30 am game for Abe Financial Sports for the season opener. I was simply emphatic about this with Mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the SEC Commissioner dude, who thinks he's in charge (of what, I'm not quite certain) called Mal up. Said, "Mal, it's between you and Florida. And Florida is the defending National Champs. So you gotta take the early kick-off time. I don't care what Nick says"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal brings this crap to me. "Mal, give me the damn phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call the Commish. Cause I'm the King. "Commish, this is bull crap. First, you will address me as King Nick. Second, you go tell Urban Legend he gets the early kick-off, or Alabama is seceding from the Southeastern Conference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're joking," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Negative. The Big 10 or 11 or whatever the hell it is is looking for a 12th team. 'Bama used to run this conference, and I'll be damn if upstart programs like Florida are going to call the shots. Don't forget I have connections up there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa la, Florida gets the early kick-off time. See you on September 1. Late in the day even. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2941349467244342006?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2941349467244342006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2941349467244342006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2941349467244342006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2941349467244342006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/legend-is-my-boy.html' title='Legend is my boy'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1065269338452473592</id><published>2007-08-14T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:28:56.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FineBaum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><title type='text'>Finebaum asks the question</title><content type='html'>And the King has the answers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Paul column today: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, if you listen to some of the experts, you might think Tuberville has already begun to wave the white flag in surrender. Regardless of the rhetoric, and it's worth pointing out that national signing day isn't until Feb. 5, 2008, the question begs asking: Has the pendulum already shifted and is there anything Auburn can really do about it?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The King: Paul, I don't know what a pendulum is, but the obvious answer is that there is nothing the Jester can do about 'Bama's return to its rightful place in this state. Game over. Why don't you just call me before you print this crap? It makes you look weak and scrawny. Did you get beat up a lot in the school yard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that you did have a nice quote in there about Auburn feeling like the red-headed step child to Alabama during the 1970s when we won something like 35 games in a row over those guys. The Bear was in charge. I'm in charge. I'm looking forward to making Auburn our beeatch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Paul, you do a pretty nice job of kissing my butt. I will join you on your show one day soon. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1065269338452473592?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1065269338452473592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1065269338452473592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1065269338452473592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1065269338452473592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/finebaum-asks-question.html' title='Finebaum asks the question'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-3440299289884451659</id><published>2007-08-14T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:13:18.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cockadoodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cajun Potty Mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Majors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkinator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Boy'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Boy is getting the band back together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsGvTbTXiEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OCsleqql52M/s1600-h/fulmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsGvTbTXiEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OCsleqql52M/s320/fulmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098549001441478722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much love to Jim Bob from Opp, AL, for this snapshot of Pumpkinator getting ready for the season. That's right, you don't see a whistle around his neck or a football in his hands.  Apparently Karma is catching up with Pumpkin Boy,  so he's decided to ready himself for his next career: aging hillbilly rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he coaches at least long enough for the King to whip his butt in October. Dude, if Steak Boy could beat Pumpkinator, look out. The King is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Johnny Majors will sing back-up? Lord, I hope not. Walking through the Saban-Bryant Museum, it looks like the only song he knew was the classic, "When we gonna beat 'Bama?" It was a tear-jerker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see a version of Rocky Top. Pumpkin on guitar, Johnny on drums, and maybe Cockadoodle on voice. Coach Cajun Potty Mouth can write the lyrics. If they need a "face" for the band, I think Steak Boy might be available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sofa looks like it came from the 1970s. Along with that tie. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-3440299289884451659?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/3440299289884451659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=3440299289884451659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/3440299289884451659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/3440299289884451659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/pumpkin-boy-is-getting-band-back.html' title='Pumpkin Boy is getting the band back together'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsGvTbTXiEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OCsleqql52M/s72-c/fulmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2995187695967102002</id><published>2007-08-13T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:33:04.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saban Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salary'/><title type='text'>Dennis Dodd - not so clever</title><content type='html'>It's true. The King makes $4m a year, and that's a lot of dough. Don't forget I took a pay cut to get out Fishville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some reporters think they are so clever. Dennis Dodd over at CBS Sportsline is getting all womanly today  over his love for Boise State. They have a good year and everybody thinks they've become a power. Ok, from Dennis the Menace's article: "Nick Saban makes more per year ($4 million) than Boise State spends on football ($3.5 million). The point? Alabama had better win the Fiesta Bowl this season."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Dennis, Saban Field at Bryant Denny Stadium seats more fans in the bathrooms than Boise State seats in their whole stadium in a year. You do the math. You're probably one of the same geniuses who thought Steak Boy didn't get enough time to suck before he should have been fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, the national title isn't being played in Tempe. It's being played in New Orleans. Dumb ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2995187695967102002?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2995187695967102002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2995187695967102002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2995187695967102002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2995187695967102002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/dennis-dodd-not-so-clever.html' title='Dennis Dodd - not so clever'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-4481569652689047085</id><published>2007-08-13T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:12:48.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Probation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cajun Potty Mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><title type='text'>Sneak-Peak at Auburn Uniforms</title><content type='html'>Since the Jester and I are now on speaking terms, our relationship has really risen to a new level. As part of the truce, we've agreed not to turn each other in to the NCAA. Of course I didn't tell him I had a "Clone" now to do my dirty work. I'm gonna love screwin with Jester's mind. At LSU, what what our biggest rival, Tulane? The King didn't even have a worthy Jester, and that was no fun at all. Apparently we are now LSU's biggest rival - at least according to Coach Cajun Potty Mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsCCRLTXiDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2MhB0rmMXco/s1600-h/autradition.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsCCRLTXiDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2MhB0rmMXco/s320/autradition.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098218009786812466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So back to Auburn. Jester hasn't tripped up and given me his game plans yet, but he did shoot me a copy of the logo that will adorn Auburn uniforms this year. It's the 40th anniversary of Auburn's only football national championship. I don't think they won the "Dunkel" title that year, but I'm pretty sure they must have been cheating. Jester says they are also considering putting this at midfield, and marketing a set of commemorative Pepsi products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course  'Bama is no angel. But we didn't get caught for cheating until 1993. And since I'm King, I have decided 1993 didn't actually happen. As a result, we didn't forfeit any games. I stricken thee from the record any and all references to NCAA Probation. Done. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-4481569652689047085?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4481569652689047085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=4481569652689047085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4481569652689047085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4481569652689047085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/sneak-peak-at-auburn-uniforms.html' title='Sneak-Peak at Auburn Uniforms'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsCCRLTXiDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2MhB0rmMXco/s72-c/autradition.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-233675474815034384</id><published>2007-08-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:19:11.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Burton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contract Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>I knight thee King Nick II</title><content type='html'>I'm the first to admit that I'm immortal. I will probably never leave the earth, and coach 'Bama football for the next 1,000 years - cause that's what Kings like Napoleon did. Still hard to believe France was ever in charge of anything. I'm pretty sure I could take some 'Bama Militia and own that place. Renaming the Eiffel Tower in my honor would be cool. Anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsBYWLTXiCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DmIq_k4GPWk/s1600-h/sabanclone2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsBYWLTXiCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DmIq_k4GPWk/s320/sabanclone2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098171916197791778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mal has some worries about my leaving before my contract is up. Mal, look at my history, and please tell me you're planning for this. Contract Boy sees this from a totally different perspective. He's getting something like 5% of $4m a year in management fees. I can't do that math in my head, but Contract Boy tells me that's about $1m a year. One of the reasons I love that guy so much is that he's so good with the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the 21st century and stuff. And it seems like since I'm King, I should be able to clone myself. Come on, what's better than one King Nick? Bingo, two King Nicks. Rather than leaving Tuscaloosa when I decide to head to Lake Burton, I could just pull the Clone Boy out of the closet and put him on the sideline. Nobody would be the wiser. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm King of the Football Universe, and such a genius too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems like a win-win. I could leave immediately after the University renames the stadium in my honor for pulling this program out of the porta-potty Steak Boy left it in. Mal would have a plan for the next coach. King Saban II. Wow, I could save his ass for a second time. And Contract Boy doubles his fees to $3m a year. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-233675474815034384?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/233675474815034384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=233675474815034384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/233675474815034384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/233675474815034384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-knight-thee-king-nick-ii.html' title='I knight thee King Nick II'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RsBYWLTXiCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DmIq_k4GPWk/s72-c/sabanclone2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6887978494320316940</id><published>2007-08-12T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:10:33.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Price'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike DuBose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perkinator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cockadoodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kirk McNair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aggie Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><title type='text'>Let's look at the past. But quickly.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon I was in prime form. I spouted off some malarkey about us not being where we wanted to be yet. I think I could tell some of the reporters that the sky was purple and they'd believe me.  Are we where we need to be to be the crap out of Western Carolina on Sept. 1? Of course. Are we ready to beat the next team on the schedule. Possibly, but let's take it one game at a time. It's hilarious, though. Every single reporter mentions in every practice article that practices are "closed to the public and the media." Fellas, this ain't about to change, so relax. I'm the King Football Coach, not Steak Boy. Kirk McNair said I "admonished reporters." Where do they get this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal told me I should take a little walk through the Bryant Museum to get a feel for the history here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saban Museum&lt;/span&gt; I thought. Anyway, the first thing I did was take a look at the number of title's we've won. The best way I can figure is that it's somewhere between four and 13. We won the "Dunkel" title in 1934. Mal, what the hell is that? The "Houlgate" "Berryman?" Ok, Mal, this sounds like a bunch of baloney. I do see where my Spartans screwed the Tide in 1966 by not taking out Notre Dame. Bear called that one of his best teams ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Bear nearly took the Fish job in 1970. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like me. We are god-like twins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Beat the yang out of Auburn for nine straight years. More national titles without the word "Dunkel" in them. Liberty Bowl. Perkinator. Bill Curry? What? They hired that ESPN blow hard to coach here after he sucked at Georgia Tech? They let a Tech boy coach here? Hell, they should have thrown a brick in the Athletic Director's Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, then Bebes. Love that guy. He's the one who told me I could have all kinds of stuff with my name on it if I came here and coached a while. At least for a couple of years. National title, again. NCAA probation. Retirement. Interesting turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike DuBose. Boy they sure do like coaches that suck named "Mike." Wow, even he won an SEC Championship. Had to love that look on Cockadoodle's face when he lost to 'Bama twice that year. Something about a secretary has been smeared out. Mal, what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggie Boy. That guy talked funny. Did he talk right from his nose? Of course that was the last time before this year that 'Bama beat Auburn. Yikes. I bet the coaches have really turned over since then. Looks like he is having excellent luck at Texas A&amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Price. Record 0-0. Weird, somebody must have made a typo. His name is Mike so I'm sure he sucked. But given that every coach who comes through here is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;destined&lt;/span&gt; to win some games, maybe he went 10-0 or something. See where he is at that football power UTEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Shula. Another Mike? Mal, were you here for all these crappy hires? How are you still working here? Oh yeah, I saved your ass myself. Steak Boy was pretty, but he couldn't coach worth a damn. Spent too much time at those blasted alumnoid functions. "Got Shula?" Oh my , you would think they could come up with something better than that. Of course Pappa Steak Boy seems to be losing it; he was more than a little upset when I quit his beloved Fish to take the job his son had just been canned from. I think Bear would have wanted it that way. He was a King just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much history, so little time. I wonder where they are going to build my wing to this puppy. Lord knows even one year of me will be better than some of these yahoos. Might be time to head over to the Cafe for breakfast. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6887978494320316940?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6887978494320316940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6887978494320316940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6887978494320316940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6887978494320316940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-afternoon-i-was-in-prime-form.html' title='Let&apos;s look at the past. But quickly.'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6269549067463669242</id><published>2007-08-11T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:18:08.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salary'/><title type='text'>Don't writers usually kiss my butt?</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's been a pretty hectic day. Let me get right to it before heading over to The Globe for a beverage and some dinner. Don't worry, Mal has already given me the "don't be Mike Price" speech. Dude, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt; is to win the title, not end up coaching at UTEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the scrimmage was a real fun time. While dreaming of renaming the field, we got some serious work done. John Wilson Parker had a fantastic afternoon. Jimmy had a few nice catches. And no, I'm not passing out a new version of the depth chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had this article sent to me... Cary Estes, a "freelance" (read: unemployed) writer form Birmingham, put some crap online at MSNBC.com. Doesn't he understand this will forever keep him out of the press box at Bryant-Saban-Denny-Stadium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last January he writes eloquently about my being an SOB - true dat, I really can't argue with that notion. I'm definitely a son-of-a-bitch. Let me quote the young Estes from that article: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Enter Saban. The issue here is not with Saban’s record. He went 48-16 during five seasons at LSU, capturing two SEC crowns and the 2003 BCS national championship. Plus, he managed to beat Auburn twice." &lt;/span&gt;Not bad stuff, definitely butt-kissing material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get this article published today where he wonders why I get more press than anything not a deity in these parts. Something about my record not being worthy of the attention. Quoting Young Estes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is questionable is whether his record indicates that he is worth all the hoopla and the moolah ($32 million over eight years)." &lt;/span&gt;Cary, Gary, whatever, this is not exactly kissing my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Gary, which is it? Ohh, I see, you get to play both ways with the numbers depending on what you're writing. Here's a number for ya: zero. That's the number of interviews you'll get this year. And given the economic impact I've already had on this town, I'm more than worth $4m a year. That's why I'm the King. Gary, don't forget to get your "Sabanation" t-shirt, it's the closest you'll get to this Crimson royalty. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6269549067463669242?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6269549067463669242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6269549067463669242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6269549067463669242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6269549067463669242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-writers-usually-kiss-my-butt.html' title='Don&apos;t writers usually kiss my butt?'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2577865958559684225</id><published>2007-08-11T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:05:20.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saban Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perkinator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Jr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak Boy'/><title type='text'>Down on the sideline</title><content type='html'>I know you guys are just dying to know what's shaking down here on the sideline. Since I'm King, I closed all practices to the public. Can't have those spies from Jesterville or Pumpkinville spyin on my team. But it is my first scrimmage of the fall, so I'll give ya'll the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've just unveiled the wishbone. Figured it worked for the Bear, so certainly it can work for me.  Maybe we'll go to white shoes and white helmets too. Ha, gotcha. Those things are hideous.  Can't believe the Perkinator even tried that stuff back in the 80s. Ranked right up there with his decision to pull down The Tower. I'd like to give him some cred, but he went on to coach the Tampa Bay Succaneers when they played in those butt-ugly uniforms. Even worse than my decision to coach the Fish. Anybody seen him lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, the move of Jimmy to fullback seems to be working nicely. That dude has great hands, and I don't know how anybody can bring him down when he hits the open field. Gosh I hope he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good and our defense isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. Mr. BMOC better keep going to class if he wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is like heaven. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saban Field at Bryant-Denny Stadium&lt;/span&gt;. I'm looking around the stadium right now where all my admirers will be come September 1.  I didn't major in math, but that's only three weeks from today. I can't believe Steak Boy blew this gig. People buy me lunch, get my coffee, and generally kiss my butt. Of course that's the press, but the fans are pretty slick too. They send me all kinds of crap to sign - one guy even pulled the door off his motor home and FedExed it to campus for me to autograph.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signed, Sincerely Yours, King of the 'Bama nation, King Saban&lt;/span&gt;. Must be pretty drafty in his house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal, it's damn hot out here. Tell Paul Jr. to get me some lemonade. Pronto. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2577865958559684225?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2577865958559684225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2577865958559684225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2577865958559684225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2577865958559684225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/down-on-sideline.html' title='Down on the sideline'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-2268378360439681406</id><published>2007-08-11T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:37:14.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston Nutt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recruiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Championship'/><title type='text'>The Jester drops a letter</title><content type='html'>So as I was reading my fan mail this morning before we hit the field for a scrimmage, I came across this one from the Jester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rr3RBbTXiBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kCxxGdVQeXk/s1600-h/jestertubbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 194px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rr3RBbTXiBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kCxxGdVQeXk/s320/jestertubbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097460175692335122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Nick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please refer to me by name? The press has forgotten me, and I'm worried that so will the rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ruits. Next thing you know the AD and Prez will be getting tracked by their plane on their way to find a new coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tommy Tuberville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Tubs, let's get one thing clear. I'm not "Nick." you'll address me as "King Saban." You can also call me "King Nicholas" if you like. But as long as I allow you to be in my state, you'll be the Jester. (I did notice your parents named you "Thomas Hawley Tuberville," so clearly I'm trying to help you out - did you parents not like you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have issue with something you said in the paper the other day. I think it was along the lines of "as good as we've been, we don't rebuild, we just transition." Are you kidding? Dude, you're Auburn.  You guys have won one SEC Championship in the last five years. So have I, and I've been out of the league three years. In fact, I did some checkin. Auburn has only won one more SEC Championship than Georgia Tech &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;, and those engineers haven't even been in the conference since Cokes were a nickel. "Transition." Ha. More like a transition to court jester now that I've arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubs, don't worry about recruits forgetting who you are, it's already happened. I've got verbal commitments from about 200 athletes at this point. Mal says I'm not allowed to make "direct contact," so I'm learning this text message thing Nutt has gotten so good at. Perhaps you should be more concerned with helping your recruits learn their ABCs than with whether you've become "Mr. Irrelevant" in this state. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-2268378360439681406?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/2268378360439681406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=2268378360439681406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2268378360439681406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/2268378360439681406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/jester-drops-letter.html' title='The Jester drops a letter'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/Rr3RBbTXiBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kCxxGdVQeXk/s72-c/jestertubbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6950838337618666085</id><published>2007-08-10T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:51:22.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kick-off Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lincoln Financial'/><title type='text'>Lincoln Financial? I don't think so</title><content type='html'>So Mal comes in my office this afternoon and says, "Hey, Lincoln Financial Sports wants us to play your first game at 11:30 am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln financial what? 11:30? Mal, what are you drinking over there? I haven't even finished my coffee yet, much less am I ready to go kick Western's hind end with my back-ups that early in the morning. It seems LFS doesn't know KNS yet. That's King Nick Saban. If this were rock-paper-scissors, LFS would be paper and I would be a nuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only would our pre-game prep have to start at dawn, but so would the tailgating. That's a lot of drunk folks on campus very early in the morning. And doesn't Abe Financial get that it's my coming out party as King of Tuscaloosa and everything great about 'Bama football? Morons. They seem almost as dumb as the press who follows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mal, tell Lincoln Financial whatever that I am the King, and 'Bama doesn't play before high noon." Done. We'll be playing a pay-per-view gig later in the evening so all my adoring fans can enjoy the day in God's County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Lincoln Financial isn't part of this sub-prime housing mess. I'd hate to see Kentucky vs Eastern Kentucky not get to air that day. That's sure to be an amazing game. As long as you don't actually know what good football is.  Time for a little dinner over near Lake Tuscaloosa. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6950838337618666085?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6950838337618666085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6950838337618666085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6950838337618666085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6950838337618666085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/lincoln-financial-i-dont-think-so.html' title='Lincoln Financial? I don&apos;t think so'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-5332823826477823831</id><published>2007-08-10T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:24:09.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FineBaum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecil Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><title type='text'>Friday afternoon on the Quad</title><content type='html'>Saban Chimes? Naa, that might be a bit much before next year. Mal says I should cool my jets. But my wife simply loves this place (except for that little kiss on the cheek when we landed last January). Apparently our phones have been ringing off the hook since I made my diary public. Mal says he might even get a computer for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took a walk across the Quad on the way back from lunch over at the Ferguson Center. Must have signed a thousand autographs. These kids love me. Yes, it's hotter than Tiger fat in a fryin pan, but what are ya gonna do about it? It seems the local press row - all hanging out in their air conditioned motor homes - are making quite a deal of my not having sympathy for my players in this heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is The University of Alabama for cryin out loud. Doesn't everybody realize what a crappy record this school had last year? Not that Steak Boy left me tons of talent, but even Bill Curry and Mike DuBose won SEC Championships here. If we were Ole Miss or Vandy or Auburn or somethin I could understand the belly aching to just call it a day, but we're gunning for a championship. I'm the King making $4m a year, and I make it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the press over there all cozy. I'd love to see Paul Finebaum and Cecil Hurt do a 50-yard dash for my next sizzling quote. I wonder if either of them could make it. Maybe one of those ESPN blowhards would like to jump in there too. Corso? Ha. First one to midfield gets the next interview. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-5332823826477823831?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/5332823826477823831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=5332823826477823831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5332823826477823831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/5332823826477823831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-afternoon-on-quad.html' title='Friday afternoon on the Quad'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6170617823142489690</id><published>2007-08-10T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:16:34.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><title type='text'>Thursday Practice Update</title><content type='html'>Ok, Mal says I have to give these fricken practice updates daily. Like every day. I wonder, how much does the press actually think things change from day to day. They eat this stuff up - I sometimes put strange colored jerseys on kids just to get a rise out of reporters. "It's the new Saban System," they sometimes murmur. I can't believe how gullible they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the update for yesterday. My boys practiced twice. It was hotter than holy hell. No, we haven't decided on a starting running back. Heck, we haven't decided on squat. Right now, we're just running around in shorts trying to get in better shape so we don't wilt in November. This massive heat wave is great for team building. Roll Bama. The King needs some shade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6170617823142489690?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6170617823142489690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6170617823142489690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6170617823142489690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6170617823142489690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-practice-update.html' title='Thursday Practice Update'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-7378934182080455585</id><published>2007-08-10T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:13:09.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recruiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESPN'/><title type='text'>Top of the morning to ya</title><content type='html'>One of the first things I do each morning while I'm drinking my Saban Moca (yep, Mal got the local Starbucks to get me my own coffee brand) is read some of the articles from the boneheads in the press. I must say, I really spout off some memorable quotes. Like this one, "We have an opponent in this state that we work every day, 365 days a year to dominate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if ya'll have noticed, but I got kids lining up to get in the door at this place. We are literally running circles around that crew down at Auburn. We must have about 40 verbal commitments already. Tommy what's-his-name has got to be feeling like he really missed a chance over the last five years. I know he has one for the thumb, but I don't think anybody outside Auburn remembers or even cares since the King showed up. And besides, I have the finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Kings, ESPN has a great article on the hierarchy of college football teams. Guess what? Alabama is in the "King" category. Without a doubt the ESPN blowhards would have put us in the court jester category just a year ago. But that was KS-1. The year before King Saban arrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-7378934182080455585?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7378934182080455585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=7378934182080455585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7378934182080455585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/7378934182080455585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/top-of-morning-to-ya.html' title='Top of the morning to ya'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1653395443554228124</id><published>2007-08-09T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:50:06.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FineBaum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Championship'/><title type='text'>My crystal ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Mal says I should at least take a look at the schedule to see who we’re playing this year. I keep telling him it’s about process, not destination. When I realized he had us going to flippin &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; for a game to see some of my old press friends, I thought I should review the whole schedule to make sure I will let my team play the games. Cause I reminded Mal that I’m now in charge, not Paul Jr or the BOT. Or Mal for that matter. Let’s see what we got here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept. 1  Western Carolina (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tuscaloosa&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this game 5 stars. Sure to be an ESPN Classic. It’s my first game as King of Tuscaloosa. I hope they put the score on one of those Golden Flake potato chip cans like the Bear had. I may let my boys run up the score for some good pub. ‘Bama 52 WCU 0&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept. 8  Vanderbilt (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nashville&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandy? Are you kidding? When are we going to drop this ship from the conference? ‘Bama 31 Vandy 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept. 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tuscaloosa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Houston Nutt will quit texting long enough to coach this game. ‘Bama 20, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ark&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; 10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept. 22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Georgia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tuscaloosa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dawwwwgs come to T-town. Seems like another opportunity for me to get on TV about a million times. ‘Bama 17 UGA 16&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept. 29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; State (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jacksonville&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;FL&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how old is Bowden? This is a great “break-out” game for my program. National TV, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; sunshine, and whoopin a former great coach. Bobby, take a breather. Fans, take something to drink. I could use some extra tickets for my well-wishers that already live in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Maybe they’ll come watch to see what a championship team actually looks like. ‘Bama 27 FSU 20&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct. 6   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tuscaloosa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;, you have a problem. You suck, and I am king of the greatest tradition in the history of sport. ‘Bama 77 &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct. 13 Ole Miss (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;MS&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they have a grove or something. But I don’t think they have a QB, or a decent coach. He’s definitely no rock star. ‘Bama 22 Ole Miss 6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct. 20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tuscaloosa&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not too worried about this one. By October 20, UT will have more kids in jail than on the field. Not only that, but I hear ‘Bama people hate Phil more than satan himself. ‘Bama 24 UT 20&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov. 3   LSU (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tuscaloosa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les, who’s your daddy? Seriously, you drop the f-bomb on me after what I did for you? This might get hyped as the game of the century. I’m thinking of coming out a la Joe Namath with one of those fur coats on. Panty hose though? Nope, that’s for Les. ‘Bama 9 LSU 7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov. 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Miss.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; State (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Starkville&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;MS&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Sly. He seems like a nice guy. First, Mike Shula takes his name off the practice trophy. Then he puts it back. Sly beats ‘Bama, cause Shula has a name but no game. Then Steak Boy gets fired. Uh oh, the King is now in town. Doesn’t look good dude. ‘Bama 34 MSU 7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov. 17 Louisiana-Monroe (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tuscaloosa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know Mal wanted us to have two spring scrimmages. ‘Bama 96 &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ULM&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 0&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov. 24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Auburn&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Auburn&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if I am the King, then Tubby must be the court jester. I’ve been here, what, 6 months and I already have pushed him well off the front page. Just ask Paul Finebaum, it’s all he can talk about. I’m not gonna lie, this might be a tough game. ‘Bama 63 AU 9&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So it looks like we’re going undefeated in the regular season. I will be the toast of the town… again. Mal, when do I get my street? I think it’s in my contract.Over and out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1653395443554228124?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1653395443554228124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1653395443554228124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1653395443554228124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1653395443554228124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-crystal-ball.html' title='My crystal ball'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6228996596100455924</id><published>2007-08-09T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:21:49.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FineBaum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saban Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Jr.'/><title type='text'>Here's a wild thought</title><content type='html'>Saban Field at Bryant-Denny Stadium. That would be cool. I wonder if Mal could make that happen before the first game. He did manage to get me on the front and back of the media guide, not to mention devoting chapters to the 92,000 who showed up at the spring scrimmage, I mean game. This job is great. We haven't even lined up for the first game, and it's like I am King. Welcome to Tuscaloosa, my kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell Paul Jr. to get me some Gatorade or something, it's hot as hell out here. And if he could get the product renamed to Sabanade, that would be fantastic. I don't want anything related to Gators or Tigers near my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil, you'd didn't write any nice columns this morning. Don't make me have to read Finebaum for my entertainment. That dude is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6228996596100455924?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6228996596100455924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6228996596100455924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6228996596100455924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6228996596100455924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-wild-thought.html' title='Here&apos;s a wild thought'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1536609482322761322</id><published>2007-08-09T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:44:32.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Spurrier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><title type='text'>Glancing Around the League</title><content type='html'>While my boys are getting some water to keep from passing out during this heat, I thought I'd take a glance around the league at my competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've truly got to hand it to Steve Spurrier. He turns down the chance to have street signs with his name on them in Tuscaloosa so he can stay in Cockadoodleville, South Carolina. I read where ol' Steve is upset because the South Carolina board of admission won't lower their standards so a couple of his 5-star recruits can get into school. Steve, two things: one, if they can't spell their own name, you probably shouldn't sign them. And two, if you want to sign them, you would have been better off just about anywhere where they have actually won championships. Some of these places are pretty hell bent on academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to hear things are going great in Knoxville. Another player was busted this week for "violating the school's substance abuse policy." But did he inhale? Anybody get the feelin Pumpkin Boy is on the hot seat up there in Knoxville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And down on the farm in Auburn, I see they are losing players left and write. I would say "right,", but I'm wondering if some of those new recruits even know the difference. Sounds like a whole bunch of 'em are not making grades to even enroll. Who is that coach down there? Seems like the press in this state never even mentions it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the practice field. Roll Bama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1536609482322761322?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1536609482322761322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1536609482322761322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1536609482322761322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1536609482322761322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/glancing-around-league.html' title='Glancing Around the League'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-654015827546993097</id><published>2007-08-08T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:08:03.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston Nutt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><title type='text'>From the practice field</title><content type='html'>I'm tryin to do some posting from the practice facility with my new phone. Damnit, I cannot type on these tiny keys. Before I throw the vest, will someone please call Houston Nutt and ask him how he does this so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-654015827546993097?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/654015827546993097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=654015827546993097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/654015827546993097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/654015827546993097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-practice-field.html' title='From the practice field'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-6819206519726259085</id><published>2007-08-08T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:45:45.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecil Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><title type='text'>Let's turn up the heat</title><content type='html'>Folks, we started two-a-days. This morning when we hit the field it was already hot enough to fry some Tiger meat on the pavement. My boys sure are working hard. None of them puked this morning, so they are getting in better shape. We'll see how they perform this afternoon when the temperature hits 100 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I still wear the vest in this heat. Makes me feel in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw everybody a bone with a depth chart. Mal says I need to do this to keep the fan base energized. Decided I would play with their minds and talk about the old 49ers and Jimmy Johns at fullback. I'm not sure Jimmy will hit the field this fall, but it sure made for some good fodder at the local barber shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a kick out of reading Cecil Hurt's article at the Tuscaloosa News this morning. Doesn't he get that I don't like the press - especially brown nosers? He really laid it on thick in his morning column. Talked about the enjoyable aspects to covering the  "rapid-fire workings of the Saban mind."  Did you get that out of a romance novel? What the heck. I just talk, and these guys lap it up like cats over milk. Cecil, buddy, we're never gonna be friends, so stop trying so hard. You'll not get the scoop ahead of anybody else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-6819206519726259085?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/6819206519726259085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=6819206519726259085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6819206519726259085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/6819206519726259085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-turn-up-heat.html' title='Let&apos;s turn up the heat'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-1625108512623547772</id><published>2007-08-07T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:23:46.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mal Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contract'/><title type='text'>I wasn't gonna do this</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have to be self-indulgent. I never do this. But do you have the feeling I'm the next Elvis? Heck, I couldn't believe the reception I got when I landed in Tuscaloosa back in January. Got a kiss from some little miss hottie in a 'Bama jersey. I wonder why she hasn't called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the spring football scrimmage. Wait, Mal says call it a game. I'll be dang if 92,000 people didn't show up for that thing. I don't think we drew that many folks in a season at Toledo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went away, and tried to do some nice guy interviews to cool down the jets of the press. Mal made me. Well, "made' would be a strong word since I run this place now.  He kindly suggested it while signing my $32 million contract. But I did fix it for the future, cause I limited the number of times I will do those fru-fru alumnoid functions in my contract. Damnit, I'm a football coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those nice-guy interviews must have worked. When I arrived at SEC media days, I was like a rock star. Hell, the Beatles and Elvis ain't got nothin on me in this state. They are so starved for a winner here. Anyway, I was definitely the bell of the ball. I had the national media dudes eating out of my hands. Even the ones who keep sayin I lied to them when I left Miami. Morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-1625108512623547772?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1625108512623547772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=1625108512623547772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1625108512623547772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/1625108512623547772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wasnt-gonna-do-this.html' title='I wasn&apos;t gonna do this'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186710787536199261.post-4523788258805885302</id><published>2007-08-07T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:19:56.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCAA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles Brand'/><title type='text'>Welcome me to the Net</title><content type='html'>My life is simply fantastic. It's not like I'm braggin or anything, but come on. I just got handed $32m over eight years to coach football. Is this a great country or what? Aside from getting out of that stupid pro game, I was even able to get under the skin of NCAA Prez Miles Brand who thought I might be getting paid a little too much dinero. Apparently ol' Miles doesn't look at the income statement of participating universities when it comes to Bowls and March Madness. I'm a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Miles, does anybody know why Les Miles is so ticked off at LSU? Damn, I left him a cupboard full of talent and no NCAA snoopers in the house. No need to drop the F-bomb on me Les.  Perhaps you're feeling a bit insecure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention media outlets: I really am a nice guy. Stop going through my trash for clues. I'm not leaving here ever, or at least not for 18 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. It's hotter than hell out here on the practice field. My guys are on the edge of puking. But this will all pay off down the road. Like I said at my press conference when I was hired, I want every team to simply hate lining up against the University of Alabama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5186710787536199261-4523788258805885302?l=sabanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4523788258805885302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5186710787536199261&amp;postID=4523788258805885302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4523788258805885302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186710787536199261/posts/default/4523788258805885302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabanator.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-me-to-net.html' title='Welcome me to the Net'/><author><name>St. Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991873231509775677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iP0d9syeHZY/RrivD7TXiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WaN1Kd9qMs/s200/nick2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
