First - you all understand that football is a way of life, right? Dare I say, religion?
Second - we start from an early age knowing what "color" our blood is.
Third - when parents are divided, the children suffer.
(Okay, not so much suffer as benefit from years of passionate, love-filled name calling and ribbing.)
My dad is an Alabama fan. My mom is an Auburn fan. They really did try to give me a fighting chance at being impartial, or at least a genuine fan of both.
My dad lost.
My mom found this old sweatshirt in a lost drawer corner a few years back, and she had it framed in coordinating colors for the sides of the shirt.
It's kind of hard to believe I was ever that small. It's also kind of hard to believe I ever wore Alabama's colors.
This framed sweatshirt - art, in its own way - is one of my favorite things.
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