Casey's Corner: Alabama Falls in Another Wacky Weekend

All the writers in Hollywood are on strike—but I don’t think they could've written a better script for the 2007 college football season.

Even if the strike doesn't end soon and all my favorite shows cease to exist, I know I’ll be set on entertainment—at least until January.

That said, I knew as early as Friday night that the weekend wouldn't go exactly as I wanted it to.

It started when I was sitting in the back of a friend’s F-150 looking down into the newly rebuilt Bates Memorial Stadium in Enterprise, Alabama, waiting for the Enterprise Wildcats to begin their first round playoff battle with the Murphy High Panthers.

I was enjoying a cream soda and a cheeseburger when suddenly three charter buses pulled in, and the Panthers piled out.

I knew the ‘Cats were in trouble when a football team that reminded me of the Philistine army took the field.

By the third quarter, with Enterprise on its way to a 35-14 loss, we were out of cheeseburgers and suffering from near-hypothermia.

Things went downhill from there.

My Saturday began with Lee Corso putting on a purple cow’s head—never a good sign. Next, I nearly had a heart attack when I flipped on Lincoln Financial Sports to watch the Alabama-MSU contest—and my screen was flooded with images of Smokey and Darren McFadden.

Thankfully, the telecast eventually switched over, and the game began.

As I watched the first half, I could tell something wasn’t quite right.

My heart sank as He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless lofted a dead duck into the end zone...only to see it intercepted and returned 100-plus yards for an MSU touchdown.

After a briefly fearing for the sideline reporter’s life at halftime and breathing a long sigh of relief when she chose to talk to Sylvester Croom, I spent the rest of the break trying to quell the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

It would only get worse, as I was forced to watch a Swiss-cheese offensive line attempt to block for a quarterback who seemed more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

By the end of the game, Croom had bested his alma mater for the second straight year.

And I was disgusted.

I was able to end my pity party in time to watch “The Deep South’s Oldest Rivalry”—and I must say, Georgia's Men in Black were impressive.

Dressed in stylish black jerseys, the ‘Dawgs belted Auburn...and cheered me up a little in the process.

The Bulldogs answered Auburn’s first-half challenge with a second-half explosion and cruised to the win, much to the delight of my Sunday School teacher.

After the game, Auburn head coach Tommy Tuberville continued to deny the rumors that he'll leave the Plains, and said the talk wasn't a distraction.

Word of advice, Tommy—be careful how you handle those rumors. You might have to eat your words later.

As if that weren’t enough drama, Ohio State got “Juiced” by Ron Zook’s Illinois squad, and now LSU and the Gambler find themselves in the top spot in the BCS after blowing out Louisiana Tech.

And how 'bout this for a mind-blower:

The Kansas Jayhawks are 10-0 for the first time in a century, and, at 1-9, Notre Dame is enduring its worst season ever.

After watching another wacky weekend of college football, I’m starting to think we may not need writers to produce quality television.

Maybe we just need football.