That is pretty WEAK!!!!!!!

I counter your sacrifice to the football gods by adding said song to my tailgate playlist!!!!

IT’s ON BAMA! Bring it!!!

I share the same T- as T-Bob does for my name. My neighbors were coonasses and gave me the nickname when I was born and it stuck for life. Although my real name is not Bob.

and she embarrassed the hell out of me at a walmart register one day. haha

but looks/sounds even better if you press the MUTE button.

i created a couple fake usernames to spice up my postin life. you, know just some light role play, nothing too out there…

became self aware.

And the nickname stuck for years.

For years I have watched Hannah Montana with my daughter… AND LIKED IT!!!!! In an enjoyable campy humor kind of way.

hanging his head in shame

My sister works in radio….a few years ago for St. Patrick’s Day her Station Q105 in Tampa Bay held a contest for their listeners “to find the World’s Largest Leprechaun”. If they found the leprechaun they had a chance to win tickets to the George Strait festival. My sister who was one of the morning show personalities and producers begged me to don a Leprechaun suit and stand on one of the busiest corners in Tampa. After much begging, I finally caved even though I wasn’t happy about it in the least. They had a Leprechaun outfit already, but I was told I needed to go buy tights to wear under the green shorts. So my wife (girlfriend at the time) and I went to Target. I had never shopped for tights before so hopfully you can imagine how confused I was going through the women’s underwear section. Well, we found the tights and the largest size they had. It was called QUEEN size…lol. I am 6’4 265lbs so we were unsure if even the largest size in the store would be large enough. It was a busy night at Target as I remember at least 8-10 people standing in check out lines around us. Without thinking, my wife decided at that time to say “Honey, I still dont think these are going to fit you” in a pretty loud voice while holding the tights. Eyes in the crowd darted to the tights, then at me. I was just standing there like…“umm”… So anyway to make this a bit shorter I had to dress as the World’s Largest Leprechaun (vest, shorts, tights, hat, the whole nine yards) and shake hands and take pictures with fans while standing on the busiest street corner in Tampa. My sister better know that I love her for enduring that…lol. That is my submission! Roll Tide!

guess i’ve given enough hell to my friends here, I gotta give an admission. About 3 years ago, when I was a student at the Capstone, I was at a party, and I (not sober) challenged Kenny Stabler to a drinking contest.

I spent the entire evening speaking with a fake British accent trying to pick up guys. It worked way too well…one of them wanted to go back to jolly old England with me.

Most of my embarrassing moments are not to be shared in mixed or public company. :-(

and had tickets to see Jewel tonight at the Beau Rivage with my wife, and I was looking forward to it.

Luckily a guy who works for me is good friends with Hugh Green, yes, the American Football player who played for Jackie Sherril at Pitt and almost won the Heisman as a DE. Hugh got me and my employee sideline passes, but my wife and her friend from LSU want to go, so i need 2 tix if you guys know someone please let me know, it’s either you or a scalper. Thanks.

P.S. I Love You five or six times. When my wife comes into our bedroom and I have it on the tube, I deny liking the movie and say that there was nothing else on. She’ll shake her head and say, “You actually like this movie.”

Game over.

I had picked up Thai food and it was in the containers on the counter, along with plates, wine, wine glasses, utensils, etc. I promise I had not yet had anything alcoholic to drink. I was talking to my friend as I served the food, and noticed her staring at me kind of strangely. I looked down and saw that I had placed a heaping helping of Pad Tai in my wine glass. Scary, huh?

When I was in college, two friends and I spoke with English accents for about three months at every bar we visited. Southern guys love it. It always ends badly, though.

maybe I should re-tell the being stalked by a pig admission.

I think people need to really bring out the truly embarrassing admissions. I’m not talking about guys admitting to liking girly songs and movies and whatever other things we like, I’m talking about guys admitting some the real dirt, “Like…okay, this one time in college, me and my roommates Brad and David, we were like, high on belladonna or something and we had gay sex that we swore to never tell anyone about.” Or things like, “You remember that serial killer in Kansas, the one who picked up transients and made lampshades with their skulls, well that was, you know, uh…I like know him really well, you know.”

Call me crazy, but I’m trying to win a championship. I know somebody on RBR has some real dirt.

All too often, when watching a big play, I say to myself “And boom goes the dynamite!”

Eagle-Eye Cherry and Sheryl Crowe. On Mississippi State Campus.

BEAT THE BENGALS

I am a big fan of the Wiggles. Yes, I’ve even seen them in concert. (with my 6-year old)
I have a Wiggles CD in the SUV. I was driving in town one day, after singing aloud a few catchy tunes like shaky…shaky and cold spaghetti I realized I was not carrying any passengers, yes I was alone on this ride just a jammin to my kids Wiggle tunes. My oh my how we change when we become parents huh.

During the Arkansas game early in the second quarter just before Trent broke the first TD run I became so nervous that I had to make a run to the bathroom to puke. My wife gives me great grief for it too.

As painful as it is to say but this song is in my top 25 most played on my iPod right now. I can’t help it, ever since Eric Cartman sang it on South Park a few weeks back I have been listening to it over and over…Football gods you better be on our sides.

I don’t like a ton of country music, but I do like some Rascal Flatts (if you wanna call that country…more like Twangy Ohio Pop…). My embarrassing admission is that if I am ever listening to them (or other mildly shameful guilty pleasures) on my iPod, I will play some song with at least some indie cred and skip (today it was The Builders and The Butchers) to the middle of it before turning off my iPod. It’s not that I keep the Rascal Flatts a secret: I’ll openly admit to it, but I want to confess to it on my terms, not on “Take Me There” coming way too loud from my headphones.

The Rascal Flatts is weak, but hopefully my insecurity is at least embarrassing enough to have a positive effect on this weeks game. I will have something better if we get to Atlanta.

I have come to drop bombs for the football gods…

i was arrested when i was 20 years old. for what? well i was driving home on a night i never should have been, got the urge to pee and pulled over.

Midstream I passed and was awoken by an officer the next morning, pants around my waiste, piss all over me, and my car still running drunk as a skunk.

Arrested for Indecent Exposure

One day, while my 5th grade history teacher was teaching AND reenacting what white slave owners did to their slaves, I was bored and reading a comic book under my desk.

About the time she said “And they would whip the slaves across the hands and feet if they did not obey” I started howling with laughter at a line in the comic, completely unaware of my bad timing.

For the rest of that year, I was banded a racist and, despite my defensive tackle stature and size, received numerous death and “beat you up” threats. Never lived it down until junior high school.

And the funny thing was, I was known for having more minority friends at the time than not. Suffice to say, I lost all but a few of them.

so many times, 4 colleges, 10 majors ended at bama.
Over all that time I never had one single date. I am a good looking guy and fun to be around.
I was homeschooled so never dated til my late twenties. Luckily by then I found come confidence and got rid of my tebow status way before 30.

So I’ll do what it takes to help.

A few years ago I was driving home when a girl ran a stop sign and T-ed my car. I had been coming from a bar (yes, unsafe, I know, I was 22, forgive me) and didn’t want to deal with the cops, so I pulled the car over, and let her buy me a drink to make up for it. And then we went to her place.

I filed a police report the next night, claiming someone T-ed me and drove off. That’s probably a crime.

When I was in high school, we had a restroom right as you walked in the band room door (the fact that I admit I was in band should help). There had been some issues with the deadbolt and people getting stuck, so I asked a friend to watch the door and didn’t lock it. You’ve got to picture the toilet being in view when the door is opened… a small restroom. My friend thought it would be funny to have a guy open the door on me. I was kinda mid-wipe, and stood frozen when the door opened. Never even tried to cover myself. The guy that opened the door… I’ve never seen such horror on a face. A couple other guys saw and laughed.

The most embarrassing part is the guy who saw “the most” came out of the closet a few years later, and I am convinced him seeing my stuff turned him off girls.

Back in the 90’s, I lived in Elberta, which is a farming community in Baldwin County settled by Germans in the 1920’s. I was probably the first jogger ever in the history of Elberta. People would stop and offer rides. After my daughter was born, I continued jogging, with her in a baby jogger. I am certain I owned the first baby jogger in Elberta. One day, as I jogged along, this car went slowly by me and the people inside were pointing and laughing. I wasn’t terribly surprised—I just supposed they had never seen a baby jogger. Then another car passed and I noticed they were not so much pointing at me, as they were behind me.

I turned around to see what could be so funny, and about 25’ behind me was a large, quite amorous male pig, jogging after me, at a pretty fast clip. For those of you not familiar with pig thingies, they are very large and cork screw shaped. It looked pretty darn frightening to me (think of something that would uncork a 5 gallon bottle of wine or maybe an ice auger), so I kicked it in to a full, dead run for the last 1/2 mile to my house and he stayed right behind me. I unsnapped the seat belt, grabbed my daughter up and ran inside my house. I watched from the living room window. First he had his way with the jogger and then with a metal folding chair nearby. Yes, either me or the baby jogger is a pig aphrodesiac.

I never get it until he draws all three pictures in his handy, dandy notebook.

but about 19 or 20 years ago i actually payed good hard earned money, i was 14 mind you, to buy tickets to go see Vanilla Ice in concert. ( walks to the corner of the room and weeps quitely to himself)…Ok football gods..thats gotta be worth a win!! Roll Tide!!

I allow my wife to tweeze my eye brows, hair off my back, my beard and around my areola’s….Im not a very hairy guy so its kinda necessary. Thing is…i come to her and ask her to do it.CAUSE I LIKE IT..not the other way around…

I freely give up one man card.

Kudos to y’all, RBR, there is some legendary shit in this thread. I’m saving a copy of it for posterity.

a whizzing fast ball. I don’t care who ya are, your admission is funny.

See, being a girl and all, I had wondered how it was possible for the pig to be going at a dead run with his wanger at full salute. I certainly never figured a guy could run around fielding, while watering the grass. The things you learn on RBR.

…and save the truly massive ones for the SEC title game and the BCS Championship.

I missed the first half of the 2006 Alabama at Tennessee game on TV because I was in Jordan-Hare Stadium watching Auburn play Tulane.

and it was for mooning my drama teacher…he didn’t even see it, but the entire class and the entire auditorioum did…

THIS ISH RIGHT HERE is the most embarrasing admission in here…

When I was a boy, I had a helpless prediliction for picking my nose. Even when it wasn’t jammed full of boogers- call it a “nervous-thing”?? Hell, I don’t remember why I did it and why I couldn’t stop myself. So, one day (actually it was over a period of about a week’s worth of post night-time bathing and drying-off) my mom starts hollerin’ at me as to why the heck I couldn’t wash the terrible smell I had emanating from my person? Despite washing the crap outta myself and gettin’ all shiny, no one could figure out why I smelled like 4-day’s wear-worth of smelly wet socks!!

So, there I was with my mom at my pediatrician’s office- it got THAT BAD. After mischieviously marking the crap outta a few “Highlights” post-exam, my mom & doctor come up to me after having a “private conversation” and she asks me, “Boy! How come you didn’t just tell me you HAVE A BEAN STUCK UP INSIDE YOUR NOSE?” (lordy, was I EVER fully embarrassed and on the spot) I forgot what my excuse was, but. . . .if you knew my mama- you too wouldn’t dare tell her you got a bean stuck way up your nose. TRUST ME!

Luckily, I was out in public and at the doctor’s office. Needless to say, that afternoon my doctor performed a 10-minute extraction. What he pulled out is not fit for a graphic explanation. Put it this way . . . . .that bean had grown “roots” and was pretty much as far up into my sinus cavity. (i kept nipping the roots down from my nose pickin’. guys! i was scared shitless during that time in my life. see, i had crazy-ass concerns as a child- seeing as I was raised Catholic and all. i thought “the devil” had me in his grasps and shit. never thought i’d see the light of day on my 6th birthday. for sure i had cancer or something. totally forgot about that bean. i did!!!!!)

I’m good now, though.