I had a Dickensian experience at the Alabama game last weekend.
There were the best of times. Tailgating. Pantomime re-enacting the "Arkansas sling" and Freeze's reaction to said. Stuffing a Heisman favorite and winning in a commanding style was obviously tremendous. Getting to spend time with cousins from Baton Rouge and Maryland. Watching one of those cousins haggle with a stranger over the last gas station egg roll at the Cottondale Chevron. Celebrating sentence fragments. There were definitely highs.
There were also the worst of times. I sat in section LL, row 14, seat 8 (or so as we had four seats and no one paid strict attention to which of the four he sat in.