In Britain, they have Guy Fawkes day which is, some say, a celebration for the man who tried unsuccessfully to blowup parliament. From what I can tell they really love the day here. This is a regular guys’ event. You get to burn up things, blow things up and consume large quantities of alcohol. Evidently, the UK folks are the fireworks champs of the world at least by my measurement. The general population has been actively celebrating for the whole week prior to Sunday’s festivities by shooting up fireworks from all the surrounding communities. Yorkshire folks practice by blowing up fireworks as dark falls. You know we have the forth of July, our own little fireworks show. Here everyone gets into the act big time. From our Westgate sixth floor structure where we live, we had a 180 degree view of the horizon. On this Saturday night for a solid four and a half hours the sky was ablaze and thunder could be heard all around. Even the Royal York Hotel provided a professional show for 20 minutes. Their staging area was less than a 100 yards away. Their show sent my doggie boy George to the shower to escape the noise and sights.
This has been one of the most memorable Saturday’s to date.
Alcohol may have impaired many of my memories of great ball games played over the years at Bama. But I will always remember this night when we beat them good.
You just don’t get many victories over there. These boys deserved a victory they earned through their efforts as a team. Everyone involved deserved this taste of victory. Hail dear old state. I know there are some mighty happy bulldogs around the world tonight. … see ya,
