I love Alabama Crimson Tide Football. I love everything about the program, the proud heritage and the lifestyle. The stone fisted blows struck by Paul “Bear” Bryant still echo through every acre of Tuscaloosa to this day. You would be hard pressed to find a school, a town, or a culture that loves their team more than the University of Alabama.
Nick Saban, much like Pete Carroll was born to coach College football. The disappointing experiments they faced in the pros were nothing more than just that, experiments. College is in their blood and Nick Saban is bleeding crimson.
Saban’s turnaround of the Alabama Crimson Tide football program is nothing short of monumental. The No.1 ranked Tide are scheduled to play in the S.E.C Conference championship game on December 6th verses the Florida Gators, pending victory, a shot at the National Championship.
The sad fact is I don’t think they can win.
I’m not going to get into stats and comparisons by the number. I will leave that up to the statsters calling in to talk radio. I’m not going to talk about schedules or past records either. Call it a hunch or maybe just a life time of watching football paying off.
Watching Alabama play I don’t see the hunger or the desperation that I see when I watch Urban Meyer’s Gators. Watching John Parker Wilson does not give me the same gut check feeling that I get watching Tim Tebow. Granted, Wilson and Tebow are two completely different players, and when drafted Tebow most likely won’t even play QB in the pros.
Florida plays their asses off. Down after down they are digging and fighting for every yard of that field. They are hungry and they will stop at nothing. I do not get this sense when I watch the Tide play. Not to say that they don’t want to win, they are the No.1 team in the nation because they find a way to win every Saturday. But I don’t see them finding a way to beat the Gators, too many weapons in that swamp.
This game of football that we all love is a finicky dog from hell. Any day, any game, any weekend the natural balance can be tipped by something fantastic. More times than not, it is.
Let’s hope that the Tide Rolls and the ghosts of Alabama are on the field December 6th to bring Tuscaloosa’s soldiers to victory.
Let’s hope that the Bear is standing next to Saban and whispering in his ear.
Let’s hope that this humble writer is wrong.