Friends, heathens, fellow debaucherors (you cotdang right I made that one up), lend me thine ears! It appears we have reached that ever-so-anticlimactic season of the year, the day when we must watch our beloved Crimson Tide pummel into submission some poor upstart also-ran in the gridiron equivalent of a schoolyard bully beat down. Yes, for though we wince as we watch the pounding, we watch each drop of the fist in guilty pleasure, as the boys in crimson make a mockery of some resource-starved lil' brother (not talkin' about Auburn, just to clarify.)
I know I'm taunting the wrath of Our Dark Lord by saying this, as he seemed pretty adamant in his most recent rant about the folly of taking an FCS team too lightly.