Who in history has succeeded more, and had less fun, than Nick Saban?

Napoleon, maybe?

It’s also possible Alexander the Great never asked anyone to “pull my finger.”

I keep thinking Saban can’t keep this high-intensity, conquering act up much longer, that his run of unprecedented dominance may have only six, or seven, years left.

This won’t be the mistaken jumped-conclusion from last year, when some of the brightest bulbs in my business declared Alabama’s dynasty over after the Crimson Tide was defeated at home by Mississippi.

Alabama rebounded to win its fourth national title, since 2008, under King Nick.

For what it’s worth, two years after losing in Oxford, the Crimson Tide returns to Ole Miss and is only favored by… 10!

There is really nothing wrong with Alabama football unless you listen to Nitpicker Nick.

The more he wins the less he seems to enjoy it, to the point his words are now stretching the bounds of credulity.

His reign has become emotionless, colorless and odorless. He won a national title at the Rose Bowl once but didn’t even stop to smell the roses. The rest of this article is available to subscribers only – to become a subscriber click here.