I remember wanting to cry when Ray Perkins hung it up and I wondered what would happen. I was a callow teen only a few years removed from losing my personal demigod Coach Paul Bryant.
For the most part I remember almost every game since that time. I've cursed coaches, praised coaches begged for intervention by someone etc. This thing that started in '07 has changed me in a lot of ways. I realize now that I am a passenger on a smooth, luxurious bullet train that is faster than a bat out of hell. Sometime in the future it will most likely break down or run out of tracks. When that happens I will be sitting in the wreckage, a semi-old dude, with a smile on my face wondering what the hell will happen now. Until then I am going to enjoy the ride and not stress over who is checking the oil and who is maintaining the tracks because this bitch is going too fast for me to get off any way.
For the most part I remember almost every game since that time. I've cursed coaches, praised coaches begged for intervention by someone etc. This thing that started in '07 has changed me in a lot of ways. I realize now that I am a passenger on a smooth, luxurious bullet train that is faster than a bat out of hell. Sometime in the future it will most likely break down or run out of tracks. When that happens I will be sitting in the wreckage, a semi-old dude, with a smile on my face wondering what the hell will happen now. Until then I am going to enjoy the ride and not stress over who is checking the oil and who is maintaining the tracks because this bitch is going too fast for me to get off any way.