I work up Sunday morning having had the strangest of dreams. I told my wife, “I dreamed Alabama beat Clemson 34-10 last night. It was the strangest thing. We beat a top-10 team by dominating the line of scrimmage on both sides of the ball, having no turnovers, and running up the gut play after play after play.
“We didn’t collapse in the second half. We didn’t make a demoralizing turnover. In fact, we had no turnovers. It was amazing!
“But I can’t remember the real game. What actually happened?”
She said she’d had the very same dream. Strange …
That afternoon, I took a nap and dreamt again. In this dream, the ghost of Bear Bryant appeared at the end of the game. He was leaning against the goal post — with his hat off, of course, it being an indoor game. And he waved me over to hear what he had to say.
“You know why I’m back, don’t you?” I didn’t, but I nodded anyway. “I only come back when Alabama plays football, and I’ve not seen an Alabama team in years. It’s good to be back. Continue reading