The story of how we met is another subject for another page. But the fact is, we both married the enemy. What am I referring to? Rival football teams! In the state of
He says: I had a roommate at
She says: My sister and I were roommates. We married two roommates from
She says: Quit living in the distant past. The really bad fans (not my precious husband) keep propping up Bear Bryant who died a long time ago.
He says: I do root for
She says: I do root for
He says: We do not watch the game together. It is just not fun. I do know that the year we went to
She says: We do not watch the game together. It is just not fun. However, a few years ago we were at
He says: My worst memory? 17-16. I was at
She says: I keep hearing the voice of one of our rabid
He says: My best memory? It was fun while Bear Bryant was alive.
She says: See what I mean? Living in the past. But if we are going to go back, 17-16 was so exciting. I had a bad date, but the game had a great score.
He says: Superstitions? Nah, don’t believe in them.
She says: One day when
She says: John keeps the losses in perspective and realizes that he can’t control the games. He doesn’t get emotionally invested. I admire that…I should mentioned that he attended all the home games when Casey started at
He says: They make great women at
She says: My sister and I agree: they make great men at
When our daughter was trying to decide where to go to college, we truly didn’t mind which college she attended.
PS: The relatives who continued to play the game where