That's a lie. If you live in Alabama, you knew damn well the game was on.
I live in Alabama and can honestly tell you that until my lady friend got to the house for our annual separate after-Thanksgiving dinner and said "turn it off it got so bad?" I was 1000% unaware. I had no idea the game was even being played. (Even bigger truth? The way things are for me right now work wise? I really didn't even know what day of the week it was).
I noticed a few more orange shirts at the gym that morning, but didn't think much of it. Since I liberated myself from the clothes, tags, and other identifying marks I don't get the random comments from strangers any longer.
Notes:
I got rid of most of my Auburn gear. What I have, I don't wear any more.
I haven't looked at al.com (until Sunday) since Halloween. I don't need that stress from those communist assclowns.
I haven't looked at Fox News since Halloween or watched the local news either. Don't give a shit.
I haven't listened to one second of sports-talk radio since last year.
ESPN (or any of its affiliated channels) has not been on my television since the BLM bullshit started. Fuck them.
I've watched some of LSU's games out of deference to my friend. In those cases I've seen some AU plays during cutaways. But she's disillusioned, too so that's been limited.
No NFL. No NBA. No MLB. None of it. All gone from my life, my radar, my thoughts.
Haven't purposely watched a single live snap of Auburn football this entire season. Amazingly, it doesn't bother me in the least. I have no idea what our record is. I don't know who (or if) we play again. I don't know offhand who we beat and who we lost to (other than South Carolina and now Alabama). It's like this giant load lifted off me. I've found (beyond any expectation) that I don't need it, don't really miss it.
I still like coming hear to read about the buffoonery, but all it really does is reinforce my decision to let it go (for now and maybe for a long time).