Words can carry a lot of meaning, especially the word hate. Hate is a strong word. But if I know one thing, I hate georgia. A lot. I hate the color red and I hate losing to uga. My parents went to Georgia Tech, so I am pretty sure this hatred was just in my blood from the day I was born. My earliest memory of this rivalry game was beating georgia in Athens in 2008, and ever since then, clean old-fashioned hate has been a game that holds a heavier weight for me. And now, it’s that time of year again.