Brought to you once more courtesy of Bob Marley, Tito’s Vodka, and the secret factory located somewhere within the Yellowhammer State that churns out one blue chip football player after another. Oh sure, the pundits will tell you that these players come from all over the country and were “recruited” by Nick Saban and his staff, but the truth can’t be covered up forever, and the truth is that these football machines roll off of an assembly line in Selma or Opp or Huntsville or Muscle Shoals. They are given a backstory, some basic human features and traits, and then wrapped in crimson and shipped to Tuscaloosa, a small flap of tape the only thing ensuring their switches aren’t accidentally flipped from [OFF] to [DESTROY] while in transit.
Feel The Rhythm: Alabama
