Tears of joy...
When I had - for me, anyway - the life altering experience of attending my first ever NCAA / Bowl / Bama game at the Capital One 3 yeas ago this coming Jan.
Living in Canada, and having had been a Tide Fan since the late '70's, you can imagine the build-up.
So when CNS, Mark Ingram, Julio, et al came running outta the tunnel, and me - who had been steadfastly glued to their each n every move on television over the preceding years, combined with the years of having had followed the Tide on TV [inasmuch as you're able to do so up here] well, I welled up long before they even got outta the tunnel.
Then once they came out, Niagara Falls began...
I shall never, ever forget that day.
And when you combine that with the never-before-experience of meeting real live Bama fans?
Well, let's just say that life doesn't get any better than it was that day...
When we went up 28-0 on Notre Dame, I was bawling like a paid mourner.
I can only speak for myself, but I'm in no way being derogatory towards those who cry, I guess I'm just not that emotionally involved in these particular games. I am more emotionally involved if a family member is involved, but I literally don't know a single person on staff or playing, so it's hard for me to care that much. Just as I don't cry when we lose, I don't walk around on could nine when we win.I find it comical that so many of you think that it is perfectly fine to throw temper tantrums while watching football, but even the thought of shedding a tear is troubling to you. You understand that both are extreme emotional responses, right? But one is childish, and the other is not - and the one that is not is troubling.
Now that is funny.
I admit I cried after the 1972 Iron Bowl because my older cousin simply would not shut up about the game, he was mean like some 14 year-olds can be...I was 10 years old and it absolutely affected my view towards AU, that has changed very little to this day. I almost teared up after we lost to Texas in the subsequent Cotton Bowl that year, but my dad talked me off the ledge. I begged him why Johnny Musso couldn't have come back and played just one more game. Ah, youth...