Deep in the heart of the Wiregrass there is a sound.
Not just any sound...but a CERTAIN sound...
It's the sound of a winner...and it's a sound that echoes through the years.
The ghosts of a hundred jocks, the refrain of thousands of songs, and the angst of a million memories surrounded by smiling faces.
It's but a faint sound...yet still, a sound that can be heard even now through the static and humidity of an Alabama night.
Like the little cloud of a man's hand....
A mystery inside a riddle wrapped up in an enigma...
It's getting closer....AND closer....and still yet CLOSER!
Stand by and stay tuned!
The way it was, is the way it is!
ROCK ON!