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Alvin Kamara remembers the feeling.

An undeniable, undefinable something, growing in the pit of his stomach, leaving Kamara unsettled, unable to ignore the eerie sense of wanderlust pulling him away from a place he'd chosen only a year earlier.

Kamara felt like it was time to transfer from Alabama.



"I had this gut feeling," Kamara said. "This isn't where I'm going to play my college ball."

Family, coaches and friends weren't so sure, not even after an ill-fated freshman year full of difficulty both unavoidable and self-inflicted. Kamara's mother, Adama, told her son things would be all right in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.

But the feeling in the pit of Kamara's stomach wouldn't go away.



"I’m the type of person, I trust my gut, and when I get a feeling about something, I make a move based off of that," Kamara said. "I went against everybody. I was like 'Man, I'm gone.'"

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