Its days like today I hate this town. Or more accurately its weekends like this one that I hate. I love my hometown of Tuscaloosa, Alabama. In my opinion it’s the most cultured city in the state of Alabama. We are a great university town. It’s not too big or too small, there are a fair amount of activities and we are just a short drive from the bustling city streets of Birmingham. But for about 5 weeks a year this city becomes unbearable.

The Deep South is home to the full frenzy and fervor of college football. And Tuscaloosa, home of the University of Alabama Crimson Tide, is at the epicenter of that fandom. Now hear me out. I am a massive fan. I was raised on Alabama athletics. I bleed crimson. But as a former student that lives in this city there is nothing that irks me more than the influx of 100,000 plus people that have no intentions of doing anything other than drinking, cheering and congesting traffic.

I know it’s a massive boost for the economy…and I know it helps out the University. But try and do something on a home game weekend. I dare you. Yesterday I spent almost 30 minutes driving two miles. Thank you never ending line of RV’s. You made me late for my appointment. I made the mistake of going to the grocery store also; bad move. I thought I was never going to get out of there. Not to mention they were sold out of half the things I wanted. It was as if people we’re buying before a natural disaster.

I guess I just don’t understand the culture. Maybe living in this city has caused me to miss out on something. Is there something magical about RV’ing to spend the weekend back at your alma mater? I’m torn. I want my hometown back and for Alabama to win. So Roll Tide folks….and then roll out.

The Olympic Games are now over and thankfully, everyone has returned home – or in Michael Phelps case, back to his tank at Sea World. But with myriad events vying for you attention across multiple streams and television stations, did you get to see everything you wanted? Did you miss the discus? Or perhaps you weren’t able to catch that 3000-meter steeplechase. Maybe you just couldn’t roll out of bed early enough to catch the last round of solo synchronized swimming. Well fear not fellow couch dweller. Here is the only thing you missed that was actually worth seeing this Olympics.

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