Enough about the damned picture

I thought it was a good picture!

I was pleased with the way it turned out.

Molly and I looked like we were having fun.

I looked pretty skinny.

My beard wasn't really think.

Good picture.

But no.

You guys just couldn't let go of the fact that I was wearing an ORANGE shirt.

If you had bothered to read anything I've written, you'd have seen that I wore orange for about thirty minutes when I first went to the party.

I figured "Well, I hate both teams. This is probably the one and only opportunity I have to just go along with everyone and have fun instead of constantly butting heads with people about my Tide."

I put the TEXAS BURNT ORANGE shirt on, with an Alabama shirt underneath it. It was like a crimson condom. That way I wasn't really wearing orange. And I wouldn't catch trashy which is a disease that inflicts all fans of orange (see also: Auburn, Florida, UT).

I also had my Alabama hat on. There was no doubt regarding my allegiances. You could read the "ALABAMA" through my polo for gods sakes!


Well, after a half-hour and three strong drinks, I began to curse the color orange. I was watching the LSU/Auburn game, yelling "fuck Auburn" about every third play.

I took the polo off, and promptly lost it at the party.

I hate UT.

I rooted for Florida, in the UT student section, decked out in Crimson. Can you imagine?

Not only that, there was a RIOT outside the stadium before the game, and my drunk-ass got separated from my friends. So here I was, surrounded by 10,000 UT students, on their way into the biggest game of their season, and I was decked out in crimson.

Don't you dare question my allegiances.

The Bear may have rolled over in his grave, but only because we can't score a damned touchdown.

Roll Tide.

Did you hear me?

Roll Tide!!

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