If you live outside of our great state you may not realize that yesterday was the Iron Bowl. The Auburn/Alabama game. The day when neighbor turns against neighbor and friends become bitter rivals.
Or clueless, juice-sipping, face-painted buddies.
These two got really got into the spirit although there’s still some question about Betsy’s loyalty. She insisted on having a Tiger paw painted on her hand too after seeing Sarah’s. I obliged but her mama insisted that it must be crimson. (Those Alabama fans – they think they’re too good for just plain ol’ red.)
Sarah on the other hand knows what it means to be an Auburn Tiger. It means crying inconsolably at the end of the game: “but I wanted OUR team to wiiiiiiiiin!”.
(sigh)
There’s always next year.
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