Here we are again. Rarely does a team get to experience so many magical games in a decade...let alone in one season. You remember what I told you before UGA? This one will be more magical than that one. So that said....
Leave the kids at home. This is going to be old school once again. This isn't the game where we talk about being polite and good sports. This is the game where you might consider taking the life of a person near you in the stands. This isnt a game for lemon squares before the game. This is the game where you drink warm PBR and eat anything from chicken to Alpo before the game.
You stop showering as of right now. Dont shave anything before Sunday. If you're a woman, and you're man enough to come, you dont shave either. No wine...just bourbon and cheap beer.
Chew tobacco all day on Saturday. You brush your teeth with blood and sand on Saturday.
The campus will be electric. You'll smell stale beer and lighter fluid....feel free to drink either. Put everyone you know in a 1977 Dodge Van and go to the game the old way. You leave that #### Iphone at the house. You listen to old games called by Jim Phillips.
You walk your sweaty, stinky, mustached body into Death Valley 45 min before kickoff. You scare the bejesus out of anything in gold and garnett. Growl. You make those punks urinate outside...your birthright as a Tiger entitles you to a bathroom.....they dont get one.
As you prepare for the Tigers to arrive at the top of the Hill you smack a woman on the butt and scream at the top of your lungs...because, BY GOD, the Mighty Tigers will pour down that Hill and unleash H3LL on the Seminoles!
At the end of the night, when you're all cleaned up, showered, shaved, lying by the fire with a bottle of Reunite and the Mrs......you'll hear a broken hearted Jesse Palmer apologize. Your heart will be full as the Tigers will, for the second time this year, knock the Earth off its axis.