If we should lo....lo...los..not win...I will not be good company for around six to seven months.
My wife asking.."How are you baby"?...will be like a sporstwriter asking Coach Saban.."Coach, are you sorry you lied to Miami about the Bama job"?
My chocolate lab will go from being my best bud who brings me peace to an overgrown brown chihuahua on steroids who stays on my last nerve.
My career will be a burden that get's in the way of recruiting and spring practice.
My best clients will turn into those idiots who concentrate on stupid things like running their businesses.
Biscuits will taste like white bread.
Corn bread will taste like toast.
My best friend and UA college room mate Ronnie will call and I'll tell him I can't talk because I'm busy feeding my chocolate chihuahua the white bread and toast that my dumb question asking wife fixed him while I was talking to my stupid business clients who don't know that they should be concentrating on recruiting and spring practice.
Other than that I'll be fine.
After all it's just a game and I can't allow myself to take it so seriously
alasippi