Alabama Football Insanity

My Auburn friend Van and I show our team spirit.  See, we canall be friends.

My Auburn friend, Van, and I show our team spirit. See, we can all be friends.

Everything that you’ve ever heard about fanaticism over college football in the state of Alabama is true. It can get kind of crazy.

Mom and Dad both graduated from the University of Alabama, and Ben and I used to be able hear them screaming for the Tide during the games…and we’d be clear across the pasture.

I’m the same way. I love myself some Alabama football. Oddly enough, my parents never took me to a game when I was a child. It was probably too expensive.

No, the first time that I stepped foot on Legion Field or Bryant-Denny Stadium was when I marched in there. I was in the University of Alabama’s Million Dollar Band. (Love to write the whole thing out…it’s just so sounds so grand.)

Over the years, though, I have a different perspective. When I think of the University of Alabama and the Crimson Tide, I mostly think of memories. It’s not just about football, you see. I think of the Quad (quadrangle), Denny Chimes sounding across the campus on a frosty morning, the Dogwoods in the spring.

I wonder if most people know that it is an institution of higher learning. That there are lovely buildings with Greek-revival columns. That we have an amazing school of communications, business, education, and so forth.

Sometimes the whole silly rivalry thing gets me frustrated. There have been times that I’ve mentioned my school, and someone has said, “There’s just one thing that I don’t like about Bama…” And then they’ll go on to say something like we’re just a bunch of rednecks or that someone keyed their car at a Bama game or something.

Seriously?

One time, my dad was in another state, wearing an Alabama cap. Some random guy said to him, “Alabama (meaning the football team) hasn’t got nuthin’ this year.” At least Dad calmly said, “We’ll see.”

Some of the nicest people just seem to forget the Golden Rule, when it comes to college football.

People. It’s just a game.

But, what's this?  Oh, no!

But, what’s this? Oh, no!

Speaking on the other hand, a loony Alabama fan went over to our biggest rival’s (Auburn University) campus one night. And do you know what he did? The man went to Toomer’s Corner, and guys…he poured poison over their old oak trees that Auburn rolls with toilet paper after big wins.

As a big tree-hugger, I (and most other law-abiding Alabamians) was appalled. Rolling Toomer’s Corner was a lovely and fun tradition that has been going on forever.

Owww!  A vicious fight breaks out at Starbucks!  With two respectable mommies.  Oh, the shame!

Owww! A vicious fight breaks out at Starbucks! With two respectable mommies. Oh, the shame!

I really do like Auburn, even though we are big rivals. If someone offers Princess Buttercup a scholarship there one day, I’ll be like, “War Eagle, baby!” Not to mention, my brother Ben and his wife graduated from there. It’s a beautiful campus, and it has its own uniqueness about it.

But back to the state of AL and its love of football. Rivalries are fun, but the insanity is not unique to the south.

Brazil vs. Argentina and Liverpool vs. Manchester United – England (soccer), Australia vs. New Zealand (rugby), Muhammad Ali vs. Joe Frazier, the Tour de France, Wimbledon… comes to mind.

So whoever you root for this week end, let’s just be nice.

And Roll Tide!
[Click http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEg7GRiZWyA to hear our fight song.]

War Eagle!

Go Vols!

Geaux Tigers!

Go Buckeyes!

Boomer Sooner!

Woooooo Pig, Sooie!

Go Lee Corso, Kirk Herbstreit, Chris Fowler!

Shoes? We don’t need no stinkin’ shoes!

There’s a stereotype about Alabamians that I would like to clear up.  I’ve heard it said that people in Alabama don’t wear shoes.  Well, they are absolutely right (See photos, below.)

Footsteps in the sand.

Footsteps in the sand.

Destin, FL.

Destin, FL.

Lefty and I parasailing over Choctawhatchee Bay in Destin, FL.

Lefty and I parasailing over Choctawhatchee Bay in Destin, FL.

Puppies and toes in the late 1960s.

Puppies and toes in the late 1960s.

Splash!

Splash!

Me at college retreat at Mt. Cheaha, AL.

Me at college retreat at Mt. Cheaha, AL.

Poor, Ig’nernt Alabama

Me, ready to graduate from high school!  Woo-hoo!!!

Me, ready to graduate from high school! Woo-hoo!!!

Aunt Joyce, Mom, Aunt Rena.  This may be a 1st day of school picture.

Aunt Joyce, Mom, Aunt Rena. This may be a 1st Day of School picture.















Last night our graduating senior boys led the church service and did a wonderful job. It reminded me of when I graduated from high school in rural south Alabama. Such an exciting time!

Graduation time makes me think of the stereotype that we in Alabama endure. Supposedly, we just ain’t that smart an’ we ain’t e-jicated. Apparently, intelligence isn’t indigenous to Alabama.

Well, maybe it’s only the media that perpetuates that myth. It’s about like the time that one of the large news affiliates decided to come check out the schools in our nearby small town, Canterbury.

The news team decided to take some footage of our town square. Instead of filming our nice courthouse and shops, they found an old, burned out building with broken glass to zoom out from. According to Mom, once aired on the national news, both the news report and Canterbury were pretty bleak.

So I’m posting some pictures of our poor, ig’nernt Alabama natives who don’t get adequately e-jicated. Hope you enjoy—some of the pics are from the 1960’s.

Before I go, I also want to give a shout out to graduates everywhere.
I have two mom friends who just received their college degrees, and I am so proud of them!

Mom at NASA in Huntsville.  They build rocket engines, here!

Mom at NASA in Huntsville. They build rocket engines, here!

Aunt Rena in her lab coat.

Aunt Rena in her lab coat.

Aunt Joyce---ready to graduate from high school.

Aunt Joyce–ready to graduate from high school.

Mom's 2nd grade class in Winfield.

Mom’s 2nd grade class in Winfield.

Mom receives her master's in early childhood education in the 80's.  Go Mom!

Mom receives her master’s in early childhood education in the 80’s. Go Mom!

Mom with one of her kindergarten graduates.  Their graduation theme must have been "clowns."

Mom with one of her kindergarten graduates. Their graduation theme must have been “clowns.”

First day on campus and totally excited!

First day on campus and totally excited!