During this past Iron Bowl, I paused the game at halftime, took a shower, got some Taco Bell, watched one of my recorded shows (The Office, I think), took a shit, Jumbo called (while I was in the restroom) trying to not let me know what was about to happen. When I sat back down, I was almost a full Qtr behind. On Auburn's game winning drive, I had caught back up. My Dad sent me a text that we needed a sack, right before T'Bell bounced McElroy on his head. After that play, I sent Jumbo a text, stating "that's the ballgame, War Eagle."