Waking up bright and early to head to the Superdome and pick up our tickets, grabbing some lunch (interestingly enough, with the guy who was basically responsible for Blake and I going to our first date party together,) putting on our Alabama swag and hitting the streets, daiquiris and beers and hand grenades and hurricanes, being called tiger bait so many times I thought I’d changed my name, stomping through the streets to the Dome and getting hyped, screaming until we almost passed out, singing Rammer Jammer, crimson colored confetti raining down, our team hoisting the crystal football, celebrating at Pat O’s in the piano bar until 4 am, and going to bed as champions.