Well faithful fans and friends of our beloved Alabama Crimson Tide Collegiate American Rules Tackle Football Squad, we have come to the moment of truth, the hour of reckoning, a D-Day of sorts for the men in crimson as they ponder their participation in the 2015 College Football Playoffs. Damn...that was one long sentence.
But alas, despite the verbosity with which I opine on the eve of this, most critical of gridiron battles for the boys in crimson and white, we have reached the point of the season in which our Hoodoo meets head-on with that Bayou-bred, Chachere-flavored warlockian cousin of a Dark Art, the ole-fashioned Louisiana Voodoo. For though our Hoodoo be stout and strong, the displaced Acadians of the Loozanna swamps wield their own powerful wizardry. Unlike the plain ole run-of-the-mill divil worshippin' cultism practiced by those animal husbanders on the so-called Plains of Alabammmy, these swamp dwellers possess a supernatural predisposition that has, in too many past episodes of this king-makin' series, dealt our beloved Crimson Tide a mortal blow.
In other words, these gator-huntin', nutria-eatin' purveyors of swamp-possum can not only match Bama facemask-to-facemask on the field, but they are our equal in terms of the Voodoo that they do. Well, I'll be damned.
