Circa 2015.
It was hot and humid. I was sweating like a Baptist preacher trying to sneak out of the grocery store with a six-pack of beer. It just didn’t feel like a 10-minute walk back to the car should be so stressful. We won the game but my subconscious was quietly telling me to keep my head down, walk in a straight line and keep my mouth shut. So that’s what I did. Not a single word on the way back. Even after a win.
It was only about three hours earlier that I heard the PA announcer remind all the Alabama fans not to be starting fights with the visitors.