Dearest Georgia Fans,
First, let me begin by saying, GOOOO DAWGS!!!
And now that I’ve taken care of that obligatory business, I want to tell you a story. On the first day of 2008, my father and I awoke in beautiful New Orleans, Louisiana. We found our way to the French Quarter and began that holiest of college football rituals: having entirely too much to drink at an hour that is not socially acceptable. As we hopped from bar to bar, eventually finding a suitable location to hunker down and watch what I think was an 11 a.