Explaining the pure delights
of a football Saturday in the South to anyone who has not enjoyed them may be
impossible—it’s like trying to describe the ocean to a blind man—the
dynamism of the fans, their passion for their team, the electricity in the
stadium. For sixty minutes, people from
across religious, geographic and political divides can come together and
celebrate what former Head Coach John Madden described as “one guy going boom,
one guy going whack and one guy not getting in the end zone.”
Today my beloved
Crimson Tide will not take the field. It’s
their bye week. Another team, the LSU
Tigers, will also stay at home. But next
week the two will clash in Tuscaloosa.
All season long my
friend Diogenes, who bleeds
purple and gold, put up blog posts about her boys from Baton Rouge. She boldly predicted the outcome of each game
and always had something positive to say about my Bama boys.
With each of her
postings I would enter a comment including a graphic of a ferocious Bengal
tiger intimidating the hapless mascot of the opposing team and when the game
was over would post another graphic of the vanquished loser. She would do the same here as well as offer
her spirited support for the Crimson Tide adding “Roll Tide Roll”.
It has been big fun
for me. During this bye week neither of
us will be able to show our support for the other’s team. Next week, however, the “truce” will end as
Alabama and LSU do battle for a college football playoff berth.
Just so I don’t go
through withdrawal I’ll be rooting for Auburn to whip Ole Miss’ ass, the
Gamecocks to tear into the Aggies, UT-Martin to barbecue some Hogs, the Dawgs
to maul the Gators, the Vols to skin the Wildcats and the Owls of Temple to
crush the Irish.
UPDATE: Ole Miss easily
handled Auburn 27-19, Texas A&M defeated South Carolina 35-28, Arkansas whipped
UT-Martin 63-28, Florida had its way with Georgia 27-3, Tennessee trounced
Kentucky 52-21 and the Irish plucked the Temple Owls 24-20.
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