next door to you.
I work with you.
I attend church with you.
You're always at the Little League park where my kids play ball.
You're also the guy who gets mad when your kid's Pee Wee FB team doesn't get to wear crimson jerseys.
I've seen you in every restaurant I've ever eaten in since I've lived in Alabama.
You pass me every morning while I'm driving to work. (And on Monday, after a win, you do me the honor of flying a "window flag" on every door of your vehicle.)
You pass me every evening while I'm driving home.
You and your siblings are always in WalMart no matter what time of day I am shopping.
Your extended family holds weekly family reunions (leading up to Christmas) at the local "Bama Fever" store.
You have the UA license plates on your vehicles despite the fact you never attended UA.
You have no trouble buying clothes or putting together outfits because you believe "everything goes with crimson".
At least 3 children in your extended famiy is named after a UA coach or former player.
Your version of the "Fairness Doctrine" is outlawing any critical comments directed at UA.
You believe a National Championship is your G_d given right... and you're offended that Notre Dame believes it's their right, not yours. (You're also mad at those Indiana Yankees for putting up a picture of Jesus loking down upon their stadium. Who do they think they are? They're not even in the Bible Belt. But, you've started a fund-raising drive to install a bigger picture of Paul Bryant to look down over UA's stadium. That'll show those dumb Irish who's got the better FB team and better traditions.)
Yeah, I recognize you.