It's September 28, 2008, around three in the morning, and we've just beaten the face off of Georgia in the "Blackout," and for the first time, I'm beginning to think this might be it. This might be real.
I'd joined RBR just a few months before, in May, when the anticipation for the new season had me jittering around the room. So it was three in the morning and I was scrolling through everything on the site on my iPhone, reading all the comments, laughing at all the snark, and for whatever reason hit that little button that says "bookmark."
My phone saved the header from that day as the name of the blog, and so every time I click to go to RBR on it, it says "Roll Bama Roll is 5-0 and Loving It." 2008 ended in the skids in New Orleans, with a brutal thrashing by a powerful Utah team, after a heartbreaking loss in Atlanta to the Gators. But I can't forget that feeling, that electric fuzz at the back of my neck that said in the middle of the night they can do this. It'll be just like when you were little, and when you were in high school. It'll be real. In 2008 I got to sing Rammer Jammer in Death Valley, and there's little better than that.
We're on top of the world right now, but as OTS would say, we must not squander such great heights. I don't want to just think back to one moment in the middle of the night when Alabama football made me feel alive; I want it to be a constant in a fluid world.
A big part of that feeling comes from reading RBR and cherishing the Yea Alabamas the staff faithfully puts out. Maybe I'm thinking about this because last night, as I'm falling asleep reading how Julio kept it alive in the LSU game, I reached over to my phone and tapped a few buttons. There it is, whenever I need that feeling of giddy expectation, whenever I start to worry: "Roll Bama Roll is 5-0 and Loving It."