RoyalCrowns
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Ok, I'll start. Let's have some fun with this
Steve Patterson sits in the hotel lobby sipping on a Crown & Coke. He sees the charter bus pull up and begin unloading a group of dejected young men. As they meander through the sliding door and head for the elevator, Patterson stands and turns to the group. He offers a toast to a season that started with such promise and ended with a two-game thud. About that time, Nick Saban appears in the doorway. His look is of a tired man who has been hiding a secret for sometime. He sees Patterson and their eyes meet. Saban eases over to greet Patterson, who stands some six inches taller than him.
Saban: Hey
Patterson: Hello, friend.
Your turn
Steve Patterson sits in the hotel lobby sipping on a Crown & Coke. He sees the charter bus pull up and begin unloading a group of dejected young men. As they meander through the sliding door and head for the elevator, Patterson stands and turns to the group. He offers a toast to a season that started with such promise and ended with a two-game thud. About that time, Nick Saban appears in the doorway. His look is of a tired man who has been hiding a secret for sometime. He sees Patterson and their eyes meet. Saban eases over to greet Patterson, who stands some six inches taller than him.
Saban: Hey
Patterson: Hello, friend.
Your turn