Brought to you once more this week courtesy of Bob Marley, Tito's Vodka, and the realization that, in 2016, I will have spent an entire decade wandering the desert of Razorback fandom, feebly plumbing the depths of my brain to pull out a cobwebbed memory of what it feels like to beat Alabama.
I don't always hate Alabama. I respect them. I envy their success and their support and their facilities. I have never had an ugly encounter with an Alabama fan. I have been to Tuscaloosa and been treated like a king. I have welcomed Alabama fans into my own tailgate and have had cordial and knowledgeable football discussion with them.