An entire year of bragging rights hinges on the outcome of the Iron Bowl every year. I’m not sure that any other state’s rivalry is as strong as ours. I remember once while shopping in Hammers Department Store in Guntersville, I overheard a recent newcomer talking about attending game day at someone’s home. She was told she must choose sides and wear the team colors for that team, the reason she was shopping.
My Daddy was a big Auburn fan. He was a former Alabama fan who had converted when I married Jim. He loved to watch the games with my sister or myself. He said he loved to see how excited we became. I remember well the Iron Bowl in November 1986. It was the month and year that I stopped smoking. I was not sure I could make it through the game without a cigarette. It can become pretty intense. Auburn-Alabama games always seem to be so close score wise. One never knows who will win until the final seconds. Well this particular year, I found an old worn out towel to twist and clinch throughout the final quarter and munched on baby carrots through most of the first three. But I made it to the end. I haven’t smoked a cigarette since.