Bama finally wins one. They finally win on their home field. It took a million years.
It was the worst game I’ve ever seen us play, capping one of the worst seasons.
But I would rather lose every game we played, then win a single game, let alone a championship, under that man.
Alabama fans, we loathe you. We hate the sin, and we hate the sinner.
And the reason we hate you, is because you see that shite, and you cheer.
You see that kind of icing, and you justify it. Smart coach, smart.
(One of you just found this blog by Googling ‘Nick Saban’s Secret of Success.’ Good Lord… )
You hear the sideline reporter tell of little Nicky begging his team to run up the score, not for the fun of it, not even for themselves, but because ‘don’t you know how much I f—–g hate these guys?’ … and you’re cool with it.
That’s your coach.