I find it really interesting how sports can turn a normal rational person into a dogone raving maniac. I know people back home in AL who have become permanent enemies over the Iron Bowl rivalry. (We don't have much else down there so people are absolutely rabid about college football.)

I've seen very reserved normally uptight people jump up on furniture and air hump while cracking the imaginary whip. People go the entire year conducting themselves in a Christian manner, would give you the shirt off their backs, then turn into crazed A-holes on Iron Bowl day.

Auburn scores a TD and and you might see sweet Sister Sara Kitchens hollering "IN YO FACE!" spit flying, finger 2 inches from poor ole Miss Hattie Moon's nose.

Alabama kicks a field goal and Brother Hendley who preaches down at the Nazarene church is doing a pretty good moon walk out on the porch. Well okay I admit it, Bama actually MADE some field goals in the BCS game and I hurt myself trying to do the worm on our hardwood floor.

Some of my kin folks, a pair of brothers who shall remain nameless, do not visit each other anymore. Their wives don't allow it. Seems one brother ruined the coffee table in the other brother's house dancing on it in his damned clod hopper boots. Said brother then followed that up by slapping brother number two's wife on the butt and congratulating her on a good game.

Amazing.