As the average LWS reader already knows, I don’t like the University of Alabama. When a longtime friend called and said “Hey dude I got tickets to the game of the year, do you want to go?”, I instinctively said “NO”.

Like a true Bammeroid he continued to press the issue and refused to accept  NO as an answer.  He reached into his Bear Bryant/Logan Young recruiting bag of tricks,  he began to ply me with whiskey, unfiltered cigarettes and prostitutes to get me to say yes.

Eventually I succumbed to the lure of the Crimson.  So I said OK. Below is a small photo essay on my trip to the T-Town Ghetto:

Here was our ride to T-Town

From flight level 310, our view of the action

Not even I was not safe from the reach of Coach Bryant and the Crimson Tide. I was drawn to the Capstone like sailors to the Siren’s song.

I heard these words in the wind as I prayed for guidance and karma: “If you want to walk the heavenly streets of gold, you gotta know the password, “Roll, tide, roll!”