It’s October. The leaves are changing, it’s finally getting below 70 degrees across most of the southland, and it is time to start talking basketball. I know, I know, you are probably not ready yet. You haven’t even packed away your shorts, much less unpacked your Charles Barkley Suns jersey from the bottom of the duffel bag your wife hid it in back in August (you too?).
“Call me in February, Crow” I hear you say.
No. I’m calling you now. Now is the time to get ready for what might be the year Auburn crawls from the primordial soup of rebuilding years and onto the sandy shore of success.