When I was a kid and we went to visit my Dad’s side of the family, my uncle started his mornings with an important ritual. He would grab a caffeinated beverage and that morning’s sports section, walk briskly towards the commode, and loudly announce to both the entire World and nobody in particular, “I’M GOING TO TAKE A TECH!” Horrendous smells would linger in that bathroom for at least 30 minutes after he returned, and so by the age of five I knew that Georgia Tech was a thing that should be avoided at all costs.
My first trip to Grant Field was in 1997, and I asked a lot of questions of my Dad as we sat in the bleachers during warmups.