Down in South Alabama, two guys, both Alabama fans, are digging a ditch, sweat pouring off of both of them. Bubba turned to Foy and said "How come we are down here, doing all of the work and the foreman is up there in a clean shirt and making more money than both of us together?"
Foy said "I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" Bubba climbed out of the ditch, walked up to the foreman, an Auburn grad, and asked "Boss man, me and Foy are the ones actually digging this ditch, but yet, you're standing under this shade tree and your payday is more than mine and Foy's put together. How come?"
The foreman put his hand on the shade tree and said "Bubba, take your shovel and hit my hand just as hard as you can." Bubba grinned and swung that shovel as hard as he could. The foreman pulled his hand out of the way just in time. Bubba almost jarred his teeth loose when the shovel hit the tree. The foreman said "Bubba, I'm the foreman because I have intelligence."
Bubba went back down in the ditch and said "Foy, I'm going to be the next foreman on this job 'cause I've got intelligence." Foy stared at him and said "What's intelligence?" Bubba grinned, held his hand over his face and said "Take your shovel and hit my hand just as hard as you can."
