If you’re old like me, you’ve seen plenty of sea change while rooting for the University of Georgia. As a result, you just can’t help but worry a little bit each time the Bulldogs snap on their game day helmets. The funny thing is, as age continues its inevitable march, you find it doesn’t consume you the way it did in the passion of youthful times. You find happiness where once there was mostly dread. You, you fool, are now just joining the Joy Ride:
This was once nominated for Best Incorporation of a Meaningless Whistle, but lost out to the J.