Several years ago one of my friends brought his little brother by the house and we were talking about college football. Their whole family are Alabama freaks and his little brother said he had a premonition that Nick Saban was going to sign with Alabama. We all agreed that if he did, they would likely win a National Championship pretty quickly.
This same kid is no longer a kid anymore, but he still comes by every now and then.
Three years ago he told me that he had a dream that my wife & I were having another kid. "Oh no, I thought...I don't need any more girls, we're done!"
That's when he told me not to worry, it was going to be a boy. He saw it in his dream.
Fast forward to this spring when we found out we were pregnant, and he was one of the first people to come by to congratulate us.
"How are you going to paint the room?" he asked. I told him we'd have to wait until we found out what the sex was.
"It's a boy, I told you that 3 years ago...remember?"
~awkward silence~
So we found out it's a boy and I now finally believe that my kid and Nick Saban are tightly connected through the stars.
While the walls of the baby's room are gonna be Cowboys colors, I'm going to paint a few crimson stars on the ceiling in honor of this scary guy who called it. Stars fell on Alabama, bitches!