So my daughter, her fiancé and his family flew in to Oakland last night for the game. They are staying with friends of their family. I received a text from my daughter at 2 am saying they had been picked up by the dad they are staying with in his G Wagon. Later she texted and said the home is in the hills, it’s huge, and he is a dermatologist to the stars. She’ll have a couple of days unlike those back here in Alabama. And yes, being the father I am, I responded to her text at 5 am when I woke up, Bham time, telling her to have a good time. War Damn, bring home a victory baby girl!