I am a college football fan. More specifically, a University of Alabama football fan. I’m not a particularly obnoxious fan, at least not around my friends who don’t share my allegiance for the Crimson Tide. Fighting has never been my forte so I’ve learned over the years that it is best to keep my mouth shut. While I am not known for my trash-talking, I am quite intense, to say the least. My wife would say that’s an understatement of epic proportions. The last three football seasons have been better, far quieter ones than the previous four were. I won’t delve into that because I’ve worked hard to keep my blood pressure down.
As I said before, intense really doesn’t begin to describe my relationship with the Crimson Tide. When your wife says, “You need to calm down, you’re scaring the kids” then you probably have an issue with getting a wee bit too involved in the game. I’ve said some horrible things to coaches, players, commentators, and especially referees.
My point is this…This 32 days of waiting between the SEC Championship game and the BCS Championship game has left me, at times, teetering on the precipice of a nervous breakdown. What sort of sense does it make for a team to go through spring practices, fall practices with two-a-days, play a 12 game season during which they attempt, week after week, to improve and fine tune their game, play in a conference championship game and then wait a dang month to play the biggest game of the season? That is asinine. It’s bad for the teams involved and it’s bad for the fans, most notably, me. With all this stress, I wouldn’t be surprised if our part-time cat, Rover, starts telling me I ought to drive to NCAA headquarters in Indiana and punch someone in the neck. That’s the kind of thing that happens when one is asked to endure this pressure for over a month.
At least now, here we are on the eve of the big day and the suffering is almost over. Whoever said this is fun wasn’t an Alabama fan. After all, football is a game. It ain’t supposed to be fun!