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Auburn doesn’t know Auburn. It’s fine. It’s something I’ve come to mostly accept. Because, sure—does it matter that Camp War Eagle tour guides tell folks that Toomer’s rollings began as some 19th century hey-we-won smoke signal rather than just organic, victory-inspired vandalism in the late 1960s? Probably not. Does it matter that people think the original oaks were a thousand years old? Probably not.
But sometimes it’s like it does kind of matter, like all the times we sell ourselves short. And that’s a lot of times, actually.