Winning beats sex, drugs and rock'n'roll

 On August 20, 2011, Steely Dan performed at the Tuscaloosa (Alabama) Amphitheater. A report at the al.com blog said the crowd filled the amphitheater "except for the far corners of the 200-level seats."  The facility's capacity is 7,470.

Fourteen days after the Steely Dan concert, on September 3rd, the Alabama Crimson Tide played Kent State at Bryant-Denny Stadium in Tuscaloosa. Rolltide.com reported attendance at 101,821 -- which would be a sell-out crowd because the seating capacity of the stadium is 101,821.

Crimson Tide games fill the stands at Bryant-Denny Stadium several weekends each fall.

By contrast, is there anybody out there who thinks a Steely Dan concert could fill Bryant Denny stadium to capacity seven times in the fall?  How about even once? I suspect Steely Dan couldn't fill the amphitheater seven times in the fall.

There's a reason why these "cracker a**holes," as Steely Dan's northeastern elitist a**hole Walter Becker called the team in 1977, has the grandiose name Crimson Tide, and Steely Dan's name is far from grandiose. The Crimson Tide really ARE winners in the world, and their grandiose name is well deserved.

Steely Dan's name -- derived from a fictional dildo in William S. Burroughs' novel, Naked Lunch -- is also entirely appropriate ...  for a New York elitist, has-been boomer musical duo with drug-addled brains whose songs pay homage to the degenerate sex-drugs-rock and roll culture they helped to create.

Rolltide.com also reports that more than eight million fans have witnessed the Tide play 105 home games in Bryant-Denny over the last 19 seasons.  That doesn't count the people who watched them play in away games -- or the literal millions who watch them on TV.

The gray, balding, 20th century vintage rockers may make fine music to accompany getting drunk or high -- I don't know, I don't drink or do drugs -- but the Alabama Crimson Tide inspires fans to strive for excellence, to aim for victory, to bring forth the winner's outlook in themselves. And they'll be doing it long after Walter Becker and Donald Fagen are eating broth, mashed potatoes and banana jello in a left coast nursing home somewhere....

Remember.... 

-- Alabama crackers are better than New Yuck elitists --

ROLL TIDE!