We will use this as lead up this week.
UConn opens as a 10+ favorite
UConn opens as a 10+ favorite
Barkley said it - ROLL TIDE!I don’t know if anybody can beat UConn. But if anybody can, it’s us.
It will take us shooting near 50% from 3 probably.I don’t know if anybody can beat UConn. But if anybody can, it’s us.
Playin with house money at this point.It's always good to have nothing to lose!
Looks like they’re coming back to Tuscaloosa this morningWas wondering if anyone knows if the team is staying out west or returning to Tuscaloosa for a few days. Pros and cons to both ways, but there's nothing like a good sleep in your own bed.
Oh my, I got something in my eye while reading this post. I’ll be back, I need a minute. RTRAfter we beat UNC, I was loud. I was cheering. I was over the moon elated. Last night I was quiet. My wife in the other room thought we had lost. Not sure why I was quiet. But I was.
Bucket lists are underrated. My list doesn’t have many. But this was one. It was one out of my control, but it was on the list.
And as it came through, I thought about my Dad. He loved Bama Hoops. He loved CM. He loved Wimp. Anthony Murray was his favorite player. Cliff Windham was another. He thought Whatley was a hot dog. But loved Keith Askins. Loved Chuck Davis. He had hopes for Hobbs, and tolerated Gottfried. My Dad left left us in 2010, one month after he saw Saban’s first at Bama.
He would have loved Oats. He would have totally and completely Loved this team. He would have loved Sears. Loved Pringle. But, I think Rylan would have been his favorite. A kid that hugs his coach like a little kid. A kid who loves and adores his teammates. A kid who fired daggers last night to stem the run.
Lots of those thoughts channeled through my head as the last “minute” seemed to take forever. When the clock reached about 10 seconds, I was finally confident that it was true. Checked off my bucket list.
then I smiled. Looked at my Dad’s picture over my desk. And cried a little.
RTR. Win or lose. We’ve already won. I know I have.