Bama takes a beating from hated arch-rival Auburn

Forget my previous post about being happy and positive. My beloved Crimson Tide received the worst beating of my life on Saturday. I will not repeat the score because it is too painful. Suffice it to say, it was not pretty. We were outplayed in pretty much every facet of the game. While I love many Auburn fans (my Gwanny is one of the demented). . . . I hate Auburn. Now that that is out of my system, I will return you to the regularly scheduled happy baby Lola.
What about that post title, huh? I think I may want to grow up and be a sports journalist, maybe an "on Air personality" on ESPN or a sideline reporter. Tell it like it is, go for the tough questions, get the scoops. . . . sounds fun. Plus, guys like a gal who knows a little about sports. But Mommy and Daddy say I can't start thinking about boys for a long long long long long long long (need a breath) long long long time. So I may change my mind. Besides, it is a while before I have to start to worry about a career and I may decide to be a Princess or Doctor or Pilot or Dora the Explorer. No commitments at this time. I'll keep my options and mind open.