28 days until the first Alabama football game!
I suppose I have reached the point in my life where I have begun to ask myself certain questions. What is life? What is real? Who am I? How in the world is Jimmy Kimmel's talk show still on the air?
While we may never know the answer to that last one, today I want to focus on the Who Am I question. Or more precisely, why am I the way I am?
I have written before about my love for Crimson Tide football. And while I know this trait largely comes directly from my mother
, I've never known where she got it. So this week I decided to ask her. Why does she love Alabama football, and who did she get it from?
Here, to the best of my recollection, is her answer in her words:"I don't know. The earliest memory I have is watching them when Joe Namath was quarterback. I remember one year we lost to Tennessee and it tore me up. I was down in the floor crying and I remember Momma saying, 'Child, you don't need to let a football game affect you like that. Win or lose, the sun's gonna come up tomorrow.'
Sunday morning when I woke up, it was pouring down rain. And I knew then the sun doesn't come up when Alabama loses."
Oh, I would have asked her the Jimmy Kimmel question as well, but I'm pretty sure her answer would have been, "Jimmy who?" Mom flips back and forth between Letterman and Leno, and only knows Craig Ferguson as that "crazy man who looks like a gorilla."
Don't ask me. I don't analyze it, I just report it.
"From Carolina down to Georgia, smell the jasmine and magnolia. Sleepy, sweet home Alabama, Roll, Tide, Roll..."
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