Like a collection of supersized, supercharged monsters, Alabama announced its emphatic return late Saturday night in a homecoming celebrated by few. It ripped the limbs off an undefeated team and casually tossed them aside. It ripped the heart out of a Heisman campaign and held it upward, smiling.
All the college football world could do was begrudgingly marvel at the remains.
This was destruction in its purest form—a beautiful kind of ugly. This was a demolition masterpiece. This was the sport’s most exceptional villain—a role it plays so exceptionally well—growing in strength on the national stage. This was vintage Alabama.