Martha, I read about that in Sports Illustrated that had Saban on the cover last week (week before?). Rick Bragg wrote an article about Bama and Saban and how our culture here is particularly and uniquely rabid about it, but it wasn't mean or insulting. It was actually one of the best articles, any genre, I've ever read. And, no wonder, given who wrote it, and he's certainly no sports writer.
I love college football. I love football. I love Bama football. I would never name my kids after Bear Bryant or any other football icon. Half of the people in Alabama have had, at one time or another, a dog named Bear I believe. (Okay, I did have a mutt puppy about 18 years ago named Butkus. He died from heartworm before he was 2 months old. But, that was a Chicago Bear, not Bear Bryant.

But, in my own defense, the dog looked like a Butkus.)
Tyde. How ridiculous. Yes, we overemphasize --- no, we worship --- college football in Alabama. The first game I went to at Legion Field in B'ham was Alabama v. Mississippi State, years ago. It occurred to me that 70,000 people would yell and scream and dress the part in crimson clothing and caps, houndstooth hats and all that on Saturday, but probably less than 20% of them would lift a shoe to go to church on Sunday. It bothered me, and it hit home to me that all that stuff had to be put in perspective, in a proper place.
That said ... I went to the game yesterday and had a great time. I clapped wildly when Saban ran out of the tunnel and onto the field. I sat with my chin in my hand and watched the game in mostly silence to observe how the game was managed. I cheered when the score came up on the digital banners encircling Bryant-Denny that showed Auburn down to Kansas State (dadgum it, they won anyway). I got the chills that I always get when they played the tribute to Alabama football history and tradition, with Bryant looming large in that tribute, just prior to kickoff. It strikes me at the core, and I love it. That gravelly voice booming over the PA system while old footage of Kenny Stabler and other more recent memories that I witnessed on TV or by radio or in person (now including the Tyrone Prothro catch against Mississippi State in 2005), the infamous Penn State rivalry games of the 70's and 80's, the dramatic music ... I'm dead serious when I tell you it almost makes me cry to sit there with 92,000 others and just --- FEEL --- that. I'm not alone in that sentiment. (If you're inclined to see a sample, visit
www.crimsontradition.com . But, it's a Bama thang.)
But, at the end of it all, it is a game. It is fun, it is exciting, it is wonderful and I'm glad that it is a part of my life as an Alabaman. But, it is just a game. Seeing people name their kids Tyde and all that stuff, well, it just shows you how easy it is to take things too far and how shallow we can be. Not that I'm any better as I tear up during the pre-game retrospectives, but at least my kid won't bear (PBUH ---- j/k) it. Unless she wants to, and of course, I'll buy her all the gear she will put on. Sorry, that's just how it is.
Human government bears the same relation to hell as the church bears to heaven. (David Lipscomb, On Civil Government, 72).