1st off Happy 4th. Little long.
My whole family has always been involved with the University. My mom's side of the family lived in Florence and she had no choice due to my grandfather graduating with a Bachelors Degree in Civil Engineering from the UofA. My dad lived in Tennessee but grew up an Alabama fan, loving Alabama, not just football but loving basketball and the whole atmosphere around campus. So they meet, become love birds, both graduate, its a love story but Dads job(works for Scots, they make fertilizers) requires him to move to the Cali. Few months I am born, growing up in California a die hard Oakland fan, learning the history of "The Snake", the "Commitment to Excellence", basically a Raider fanatic. Senior year came around (class of '94), we had to move again, this time to Frisco Texas, by the time I graduated I was loving Alabama; watching them take down Miami and their dynasty was the best feeling ever. My grades were high enough, I had the SAT scores, I was offered scholarships that would cover the Out of State tuition and enrolled at the UofA. Best times of my life.