An Open Letter To Alabama Fan Robert Bowers' Family

To Robert Bowers’ Family, As The Dark Side Of College Football Fandom Rears Its Ugly Head

When die-hard love and loyalty can cross a line and a point of no return.


In SEC country, we love college football and we love our teams. No really when I say we love our football and our teams, I mean we love our football and love our teams. College Saturdays in the heartbeat of America are right on par with going to church in the Bible belt and its kind of like its own religion. Every Saturday we deck out from head to toe in our beloved university's gear as a fan, a student, or an alum and we watch our young men take the field and play in one of the most exciting but one of the most brutal sports that man has created. Then there are fanatics.

The term fan comes from the word fanatic and one of the definitions of a fanatic is, "A person with an obsessive interest in and enthusiasm for something, especially an activity." Well my friends, I myself by definition am an Alabama Crimson Tide fanatic. However, I'm also an alum. Having said that many of my friends know how much I love our team and our school. Part of this has to do with the fact I've been watching them since age four and the other has to do with the fact that I've grown up around campus off and on for most of my life having had family live here all of my life.

I've had girlfriends while I was in the military not really get it. One of my ex-girlfriends, a Californian, did not understand my passion for college football. She grew up in the Bay Area where San Francisco had the Giants, the 49ers, and the Raiders (At the time Golden State was selling tickets for like 35 dollars courtside. People forgot they had a basketball team there). Cal was never considered something to be that passionate about so she knew that she had to either cope with my avid having to watch SEC on CBS when we played or my walking around NorCal with my hat, tee, or jersey with matching socks. Luckily she not only was good with it, I "CONVERTED" her. Eventually, she would wear a fedora and start stealing my tees to wear on game day.

If you ever happen to walk into my apartment, you'd see lots of Alabama memorabilia. It makes me look like a lunatic: hundreds of elephant figurines, paintings and drawings on the wall by folks like Greg Gamble, Daniel Moore, and Priscilla Wadsworth. I just bleed crimson and I guess as the famous expression goes, "I've got too much Bama in me."

Psychologists would probably say I'm nuts and yeah, I can talk trash with the best of them. I mean come on how can you not when your team/alma mater wins five titles in nine years on the greatest run college football has ever seen? Alabama has the greatest dynasty college football has ever seen and we probably won't ever see it again.

To go even farther with my story, I was in the U.S. Coast Guard stationed in Ketchikan Alaska in 2008 and was there for two different billets and my friends would catch me at the enlisted club wearing Bama colors from head to toe watching the Tide play ball. When it was an 11:30 a.m. kickoff, I'd either try my best to stay awake after a watch or pass out for about an hour and get up to watch the rest (Coasties need shut too eye guys). However, my Coastie brethren can attest that I was still doing my thing and showing my support for my team even though I was 3,282 miles away from Tuscaloosa. One of my bar room chats happened with a friend of mine, "Frank" and we talked about my fanhood as he finally had to break down and ask. We spent hours talking about it as Frank was from Philly and only understood pro fandom.

Having said all of this, there is a darker side to college football fandom. The question becomes where does the line start and end? Are you a huge supporter like me or are you a closet psychopath with a fixed obsession? I wouldn't go as to say that all of the fans out there who do stupid drunken acts are psychopaths. Those are just stupid people. If you punch someone over the game and get caught on youtube, you've made an error in judgment.

If you go poisoning a rivals' tree even though you might not have been drunk, you did something stupid. Some people thought that was funny and some of the jokes about it in jest admittedly were. However, that's taking it way too far and that is not being a fan. That's being either stupidly drunk (no more sauce for you), or just making a really dumb error in judgment. We know of more, like when someone whips their genitals out and "teabags" a passed-out fan of the team that you play at the local Krystal. I'll say that probably had to do with a bottle of Beam or black label too. It's still crazy though folks. That's not the worst of it.

The one thing that really makes me question, where the state of college football fandom is going, is when you do something and can't take it back. There is only one thing you can do and not take it back: kill someone. We are seeing it more and more: fan gets obnoxious and another fan in a heat of passion fit of rage kills them or beats them. It's happened after Iron Bowls. Why? Why would we allow this to happen? Why do we allow something like that to get that bad and we allow fellow fans to get that far gone? We have a duty to try our best to police ourselves so someone doesn't end up in the ground and one of us ends up permanently in handcuffs.

Just recently a Bama fan was beaten because of our complete destruction of LSU at their own home field. His name was Robert Bowers and he was 46.

It was announced on the seventh that Bowers had suffered injuries that would ultimately be life-threatening and he died in the hospital near Ponchatoula, LA. Why? This apparently was over a disagreement and fight about the game.

Burying a family member sucks. This guy was probably a father, a husband. He probably has a mother and father still alive. I can't imagine the pain they will have to endure burying their child. This holiday season he will not come home to visit family. He will not be at the Thanksgiving table or under the Christmas tree unwrapping presents. He will not be a part of beautiful hallmark like photographs with smiling faces of his family involved.

No, Robert Bowers won't do any of these things because Robert Bowers will be buried in a cemetery.

It makes my blood run cold to see a mugshot of a man that beat the crap out of another man with a smirk on his face. Yeah, you're a big man for blindsiding someone at a bar over a football game. You win macho points, dude. How about not being such a psycho and leaving the situation like a normal person? It takes a big man to cheap shot another man and then you and your buddy kick him while he's down. This type of behavior has no place in humanity much less the realm of college football fandom. This is where the line needs to be drawn.

And so I say to the Bowers family, we at the Crimson Tide nation are praying for you and we love you. Though we might not all know you, we are here for you in a very troubling time. He might not have been a student, but he was a fan and all members of the Crimson nation take care of their own. We send our deepest condolences as some of us have lost family members around the holidays, myself included. This is not what we ever want to happen.

This is the dark side of college fandom and college sports, but know that you are not alone. Every member of the fanbase, the student body, and the alumni are all a part of one heartbeat. We are with you in spirit and we have your back. Roll Tide.

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When You Give A Girl A Dad

You give her everything

They say that any male can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad. That dads are just the people that created the child, so to speak, but rather, dads raise their children to be the best they can be. Further, when you give a little girl a dad, you give her much more than a father; you give her the world in one man.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a rock.

Life is tough, and life is constantly changing directions and route. In a world that's never not moving, a girl needs something stable. She needs something that won't let her be alone; someone that's going to be there when life is going great, and someone who is going to be there for her when life is everything but ideal. Dads don't give up on this daughters, they never will.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a role model.

If we never had someone to look up to, we would never have someone to strive to be. When you give a little girl someone to look up to, you give her someone to be. We copy their mannerisms, we copy their habits, and we copy their work ethic. Little girls need someone to show them the world, so that they can create their own.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her the first boy she will ever love.

And I'm not really sure someone will ever be better than him either. He's the first guy to take your heart, and every person you love after him is just a comparison to his endless, unmatchable love. He shows you your worth, and he shows you what your should be treated like: a princess.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her someone to make proud.

After every softball game, soccer tournament, cheerleading competition, etc., you can find every little girl looking up to their dads for their approval. Later in life, they look to their dad with their grades, internships, and little accomplishments. Dads are the reason we try so hard to be the best we can be. Dads raised us to be the very best at whatever we chose to do, and they were there to support you through everything. They are the hardest critics, but they are always your biggest fans.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a credit card.

It's completely true. Dads are the reason we have the things we have, thank the Lord. He's the best to shop with too, since he usually remains outside the store the entire time till he is summoned in to forge the bill. All seriousness, they always give their little girls more than they give themselves, and that's something we love so much about you.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a shoulder to cry on.

When you fell down and cut yourself, your mom looked at you and told you to suck it up. But your dad, on the other hand, got down on the ground with you, and he let you cry. Then later on, when you made a mistake, or broke up with a boy, or just got sad, he was there to dry your tears and tell you everything was going to be okay, especially when you thought the world was crashing down. He will always be there to tell you everything is going to be okay, even when they don't know if everything is going to be okay. That's his job.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a lifelong best friend.

My dad was my first best friend, and he will be my last. He's stood by me when times got tough, he carried me when I just couldn't do it anymore, and he yelled at me when I deserved it; but the one thing he has never done was give up on me. He will always be the first person I tell good news to, and the last person I ever want to disappoint. He's everything I could ever want in a best friend and more.

Dads are something out of a fairytale. They are your prince charming, your knight in shinny amour, and your fairy godfather. Dads are the reasons we are the people we are today; something that a million "thank you"' will never be enough for.

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My Blood Runs Deep For My Favorite Team, And Nothing Will Ever Change That

Dab on 'em!


The Carolina Panthers are the NFL team that represents North and South Carolina. I am born and raised in North Carolina. Despite the New York accent that some of my friends can pick up on. My first memory with this team was the Super Bowl for the 2004 season. The Panthers lost to the New England Patriots 32-29. I remember being so upset as I watched the football sail through the uprights for the Patriots, dooming my team to defeat. Ever since then I always watched every single Panther game that I could. The ups and downs of this team are well known to anyone who follows this team.

The Panthers as of writing this have not put together back-to-back winning seasons. There are sixteen games in an NFL season. The Panthers have had great seasons followed by horrible seasons. The 2015 Panthers won fifteen of sixteen regular season games. They went to the Super Bowl that year. They lost again, but the team is still trying to get its first championship. The very next season the team won only six games and did not even make the playoffs. The team is talented in my opinion, it just comes down to working together and trying to recreate that magic to make to the Super Bowl.

The team has provided me with so many memories. They had a game against New England on Monday Night Football. The ending was deemed controversial, but at the end of the game when the clock hit double zeros, the Panthers had won. This leads to another great memory with a favorite player of mine. His name is Steve Smith. He always brought heart and toughness to the team. He was fighting with a Patriots player during the whole game. A reporter asked him after the game what happened, he replied "I don't know, ask him, he didn't finish the game. ICE UP SON!!"

That will always be a favorite memory of mine that comes from this team. I can't wait until the season starts again and I can make even more memories with my favorite team.

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