Crushed into my mail slot.
Treated as wantonly as a shopping market circular.
Simply because the Postal carrier didn't know that in that brown envelope, in his hand, in my slot, that there was an entire season's worth of celebration, crushing defeats, tears, small and large batch bourbons, friends, beers, plane flights, Brent Musburger and Houston Dale Nutt Jr.
As of tonight, we are undefeated. And so are the Crimson Tide.
To football, boys!