In a way I'm thankful for that season - until then I was one of those people that lived and died with the Tide. I literally allowed how the team performed (or didn't) affect how I felt / behaved afterwards. I was never violent, but it would ruin my weekend when they lost. The UGA game in particular broke me of that - I recall them beating Bama up and down the field the entire first half and it struck me that I was sitting here watching something that made me miserable while my wife was outside with my chirruns, enjoying the afternoon...God, that was a long season.
I turned off the TV and went outside and had a blast with my family. And decided then and there that while I will always be passionate about my alma mater, I would not allow it to control my emotions. I actually enjoy football more now.
Tough lesson, though - that season really sucked.