It’s, “Alabama or Auburn, which are you for?” The question has an unjustified assumption That to care about it I have so little gumption
To the questioner, it does unbelievable seem
I have never attended a game of either team To the two schools I am indifferent as can be I wouldn’t go watch them play if it were free
Large numbers of people actually go so far
As to buy a tag for their choice on their car And on their car’s rear window you’re told Which they favor in letters so big and bold
And they seem to think that it is just fine
To spend rent money for the fifty yard line Football has become the focus of their life Far more important than their kids or wife
Just how could anything be more lame
Than devotion to such a childish game If the Crimson Tide should end on top Sure isn’t going to make the world stop
To care if Auburn does win or lose
Isn’t a concern that I’d ever choose It is not the biggest news of the day At least I, for one, don’t feel that way
Fanaticism makes Alabamians look bad
More so since a good name we never had I wish more would say, “What the heck” But many will act like the old redneck
To write this poem will make some mad
But to see it in print, others will be glad Football season creates a circumstance sad Some families won’t hear a word from dad Did the Tide and Tigers lose or win My own concern it has never been I think I will go get the sports page And use it to line the hamster cage