1957

Thinking of last games with dads and grandfathers sucks.
Not sure but I think the last game I saw with my Dad was the one-point 1995 loss to UGA at home. He wasn't in great health then, and died the following spring. Back when I was a kid we would park at Coke and walk down, but this time we parked underneath the Wardlaw Center. Honestly I don't remember the game at all, but I do remember what poor mobility he had.

I'm disappointed I can't remember this more clearly. It is getting to be a long time ago now.
 
Not sure but I think the last game I saw with my Dad was the one-point 1995 loss to UGA at home. He wasn't in great health then, and died the following spring. Back when I was a kid we would park at Coke and walk down, but this time we parked underneath the Wardlaw Center. Honestly I don't remember the game at all, but I do remember what poor mobility he had.

I'm disappointed I can't remember this more clearly. It is getting to be a long time ago now.
We took my grandfather to 2010 homecoming vs Uva knowing that it would be his last game. He has been diagnosed with mesothelioma. Hardest game I have ever been to.
 
Not sure but I think the last game I saw with my Dad was the one-point 1995 loss to UGA at home. He wasn't in great health then, and died the following spring. Back when I was a kid we would park at Coke and walk down, but this time we parked underneath the Wardlaw Center. Honestly I don't remember the game at all, but I do remember what poor mobility he had.

I'm disappointed I can't remember this more clearly. It is getting to be a long time ago now.

Sadly, I must give your post a “thumbs up”.

I am suddenly struck by the fact I can no longer recall the last game my Dad and I attended together.

Perhaps just a sign of me getting old or some sort of mechanism to prevent some bad memory from coming up.

This stinks for guys like us, but I think the entirety of the memories with your Dad at Grant Field will give you comfort.

Early Happy Thanksgiving.
 
Those melancholy games with a loved one are memorable. My Dad had surgery to remove cancerous bladder tumors the Thursday before the Auburn-Tech game my senior year. He insisted that I make the trip to Auburn for the game. Auburn had beaten us my first three years, much to his delight as an Auburn grad and basketball captain. He sent me out on Saturday morning with a “War Eagle”. We won the game as the wishbone rolled and we conga line danced on the Aiburn field after the game. I was fine until the Auburn band ended their day with the alma mater. The tears had to flow. Mom said they listened to the game at the hospital and Dad said at the end, “I am glad he got to beat us once while he was in school. Just don’t tell him I said so.” He battled the cancer well for six years before dying at 53.

As I was walking up from the campanile to hear Budweiser atop the hill before the Va Tech game I told my wife, “Let’s don’t ever come to a game here if we know it would be my last.” As much as I love that place, knowing it would be my last visit would be more emotion than I want to experience.
 
1957 was Dodd's first year w/o Frank Broyles and also one of his low periods in personnel IMO. Frank was damn good coach like him or not, a lot did not, but respected his coaching ability.
 
But it wasn’t his first season- before that game he won a national championship and was close to 2 more. Plus knowing Dodd, the other team did NOT score 45!
Dodd deserves a mulligan!
Pretty sure they were joking
 
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