Yesterday I bailed out of work early and bought a twelve-pack—Destination: Stanzilla Manor, where ESPN was already scattering electrons of the Alabama Crimson Tide, who faced the Oklahoma State Something-or-Others in the Shreveport Bowl. Or something.
Other than reveling in Stanzilla’s uncanny ability to call every penalty correctly—and there were a lot of them in this game—there wasn’t much to be happy about. Kenneth Darby, once on track to be the first Bama back to rush for 1,000 yards for three seasons in a row, basically did what he’s done all year: almost break out once or twice, but generally be confined to running it up the middle. Which he cannot do, and never has been able to do.
Well, and then there was Coach Kine’s possibly insane, Oregeron-like speech at halftime, and the fact that we’re pretty sure the OSU coach wears braces. But we went from having ten wins and looking like contenders to having a losing dang season in one year, and we’re still coachless. It’s pretty rough right now for a Tide fan.
One thing that always keeps me going is the glory of the old days, and my dad gave me a spectacular present this year: a giant signed photograph (on canvas) of George Teague’s spectacular play in the ‘93 Sugar Bowl against Miami, “the Strip.”
You can see a little version of the photo at the George Teague & Friends website. I got a lot of other fantastic things for Xmas, but this one was awesome!
Song in the photograph: “Off the Record,” by My Morning Jacket.