Your Friday Hoo Doo Thread: Arkansas

The Arkansas Razorbacks roll into town this week. Alabama is heavily favored, but will of course be playing without superstar QB Tua Tagovailoa. Bring the heat for Mac Jones and company, people.

Give us your best and please send your content to be featured in future Hoo Doo posts to RBRhoodoo@gmail.com. We need it.

Ground rules:

We know that you miss the Friday Hoo Doo thread, and that we are at least partly to blame for Alabama’s poor injury luck. The problem is, any one person has only so many stories to tell. I do not have the time or creativity to make something up every week just so we can have a thread.

I do, however, have an idea and modest proposal. None of these traditions are really about the writers anyway, they belong to the community at large. Why not feature some of your own infamous moments, in full color?

I have created a new email account, RBRhoodoo@gmail.com, for the express purpose of receiving Hoo Doo photo and video submissions. We will review them and select one each week during the season to feature. As usual, readers will comment below with their own tales.

The only criteria, being that this is a #familyblawg and all, is that all submissions must be PG rated. Please include a quick story behind the visual and permission to post. Videos will be published to Youtube if you send me a file, or you can send a link if it is already on the web somewhere that will allow an embed. Photos can generally be uploaded with no issues. Also, tell me how you wish to be credited, by name or your RBR username.

This week, we have a photo submission from user need4news:

New Year’s Eve. 1973. We are visiting friends in Tarrant, Alabama, and I am 11 years old. Like so many others, I am just too full of Alabama.

And that night was planned as a double celebration. Ring in the new year, certainly, but we were there also to ring in another Alabama national championship. We would show these northern boys a thing or two, by golly.

So the festivities begin. Oh I was probably the youngest one there; most of the attendees were seven or eight years older. I remember that some of the guys were passing around some orange juice that really tasted funny to me and I didn’t care for it. The early soundtrack of the evening was the White Album.

I spent most of my time that evening at the ping pong table, racking up wins against much older competition. But, then, the game started, and my attention was focused on that.

The game proved worrisome. These northern boys could play. That Al Hunter had some juice. Clements, man, Clements— he made the throws when they needed them. Richard Tod and Company, those men who had been gifted from the football gods, they couldn’t seem to break away from those golden domers.

And then it was over.

I tried to go back to the ping-pong table, but, suddenly, I couldn’t see. Tears were streaming down my face. How could this happen? How could the football gods allow our boys to be beaten by theirs? We are Alabama. We didn’t lose. The pain my 11 year old hear felt, that pain is something I’ll never forget.

F*** 1974.

Excellent story.

May this, along with all of your confessions in the comment section, be sufficient to get us through another week with a comfortable victory and no major injuries.

Hoo Doo away, for the good of the team, and think about any photos or videos you have to submit to Football Loki in the future.

Roll Tide.