Was there a game after halftime?
By By Leada Gore, Editor
It’s been a week since Alabama’s football team claimed the sport’s top prize. I think my heart is still pounding.
Sure, I’ve lived through stressful games in the past – remember the second point-after kick in The Swamp in 1999? – but there was something even more nerve racking knowing the national title was on the line.
I had great intentions to calmly watch the game at home. It was unrealistic to think I would sit through the game with-out getting too excited, but I was going to make an effort.
And I did. At least through the first half. In the third quarter, however, when things started turning around in Texas’ favor, I couldn’t just sit and watch the game anymore.
Greg just looked at me.
I did know it was cold but I had to get away.
Donning my coat and putting on some tennis shoes, I went outside, taking care to avoid the ice on the driveway.
Boy, was it cold.
I walked the short way down the driveway and then down the sidewalk.
Man, it was really, really cold.
I turned around and headed back inside. I made it back into the living room just in time to see Texas pull within three points.
Grabbing a blanket, (I do learn from my mistakes) I went and sat in the car in the garage. No television, no radio, no news at all.
I sat there for what seemed like forever. Finally, Greg popped his head through the door.
I went back inside, just in time to see Alabama score. And then score again.
The championship was secure and, for the first time in hours, my stomach unclenched.
I’ve already ordered my copy of the championship game on DVD and I can’t wait to watch it. After all, I can now watch the third and fourth quarters without being too nervous.
Maybe.
