Mighty and unmerciful Saban, the day of battle is upon us.  Your loyal followers ready themselves to annoint themselves with the cheapest of Kentucky Sour Mash, and the barbecuest of pork rinds.  We know that the battle before us is fraught with many hardships.  We know that our troops do battle on unfriendly ground.  We know the prowess of the foes that guard that doorstep.  We shall stand with you until the last horn sounds, oh Dark Lord of the Gridiron, destroyer of hopes and devourer of dreams.  May your Army be strong, and may all they do be Aight in your sight.