Three years. THREE YEARS since Baylor fans got to feel what Thursday night in Jordan-Hare actually feels like. The national media can talk all they want about Oregon's transfer portal haul or Georgia's recruiting rankings but none of. You cannot manufacture 87,451 people screaming War Eagle in unison when the team runs through the tunnel. You cannot replicate the feeling when the band hits the fight song and the whole east side starts shaking the bleacehrs. Baylor is about to walk into a cauldron and they have no idea what is coming. We have been building this atmosphere for generations. From the Punt Bama Punt era to the Bo Jackson days to the Cam Newton national championship run. The Thursday night games hit different because the whole campus shuts down and the entire town of Auburn becomes one massive tailgate by noon. You can smell the smoked meat from the parking lots three hours before kickoff. The student section camped out for days to get those front row seats. By the time the team takes the field for pregame warmups the energy is already electric. Baylor is coming off a long trip across time zones into a hostile environment where we have beaten ranked teams on Thursday nights for decades. They can look at our record from last season all they want but that has nothing to do with what. The Jordan-Hare magic is real and I have seen it flip games that we had no business winning. We are not just playing a football game, we are defending a fortress.