...I'm tired of holding on to a feeling I know is gone...
As I'm sure many of you have noticed (and commented on, and e-mailed about, and tweeted at...), RBR has been a bit of a ghost town since before Christmas despite the momentous circumstances surrounding our beloved Tide's quest for football immortality and ultimate victory in the BCS Championship Game. For that, apologies, but the usual excuse of "real life, etc." holds true in these circumstances, which leads me to the main point of this post; next Friday (1/18) will be my last day here at Roll Bama Roll.
While I am beyond grateful for the opportunities that SB Nation and Roll Bama Roll have presented me (becoming a published author with Yea Alabama, flying to New York on Nike's dime to check out Alabama's alternate uniforms in '10, and mostly just getting to meet and befriend some really great people), blogging is a hobby for us and always will be. We've harbored no illusions about turning RBR into any sort of day job, yet the continued success of the site and the growth of SBN at this point almost demands the sort of attention that a full time job would require, a level of attention that I am no longer able or, let's be honest here, willing to administer. The site deserves better, SBN deserves better, and y'all deserve better, so after talking with my fellow RBR authors and SB Nation I've decided the best course of action is to bow out gracefully, thankfully on the heels of another national title. Next week you'll see some wrap up posts about the season, some fond reminiscing, and of course one last Meltdown Time, and then I'm headed into the sunset, by which I mean twitter. I hate all of you, and would ban each and every one of you if it wouldn't take too much time. Roll Tide.
P.S. You should not listen to this, for it is vulgar and in no way safe for anyone to hear: 50ToddsOfGrey.mp3