This talk of breakfast reminds me of our last day of coaches clinic in Tuscaloosa last year when we ate a ramma jamma's and I ate the champion plater. As we were leaving a young boy with downs sitting there eating with his grandparents and he had grits all over his face. He spoke to me and I said good morning buddy, then his grandmother said, tell him roll tide. The youngster said in a hardy voice "woll tide mistor" I paused gritted my teeth then said "how bout them grits boy, good ain't they" my boys ripped me for it lol it turned into him saying roll tide and I pushed him off the top of Bryant Denny stadium lol good times
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