I’ve never been a big believer in superstition. Sure, I’ll knock on wood or throw salt over my shoulder, but when it come to sports, I know it’s completely out of my hands. Until last night.
Continue reading “How I Single-Handedly Won the Iron Bowl”
I’ve never been a big believer in superstition. Sure, I’ll knock on wood or throw salt over my shoulder, but when it come to sports, I know it’s completely out of my hands. Until last night.
Continue reading “How I Single-Handedly Won the Iron Bowl”