ROLL TIDE ROLL!

Seven and oh, baby! It wasn't always pretty, but it was the most beautiful thing I've seen on a football field in many years! I am reminded of the 1990 Tennessee game when Philip Doyle kicked a game winner at the end to take a 9-6 victory. Of all the coaches in Alabama history, I never thought I'd be comparing Shula to Bebes, but the last two weeks have looked like vintage Stallings-era Bama football.

We took over the entertainment room on our floor and made it our own personal living room. A little Jim n Nicks courtesy of the Leonards (and some backup BBQ leftovers from the Sanders), a 12-pack of cerveza and WAY too many snacks for three people fueled a microcosmic version of the frenzy in Bryant-Denny stadium.

And how about Condi Rice sporting the crimson? Between her, W's letter to Prothro and Joe Scarborough going all misty about the Capstone, it's almost enough to make me vote Republican. Almost, but not quite.

Kelli and I ran over to the NICU during halftime to kiss our boy. The nurse, Adrienne, threatened to turn us into the DHR, claiming that Cooper was a "halftime baby." Of course she was wearing AU colors.

To all my Bama family out there: ROLL TIDE ROLL! RAMMER JAMMER YELLOW HAMMER, GIVE 'EM HELL ALABAMA!