A friend of mine - Alabama fan big time - called me right after the game so depressed.
I only had the guts to listen to the game until the half. I thought I’d jinxed Auburn, so I turned it off and tried to forget about it.
When Carmen told me that Auburn had won the game I had to do the chicken dance all around the kitchen yelling War Eagle. Felt really glad for you and yours.
That is precisely what we did, in our kitchen, down the road, at Toomer's Corner. Horns were honking. Strangers were hugging strangers. Everyone was dancing and celebrating. Don't feel bad about turning off the game. I was tempted to do that myself.