That was my first ever UGA-GT game. It was a horrible, but great day. My grandfather had taken me to two years worth of GT games and after the previous season I was beyond "in," as a fan. I was 8 years old. What made it truly miserable was that over that year, and the previous one, I had slowly (but surely) become a legitimate GT fan and for the first time, truly cared about the result. As the game progressed I noticed the two D-bag rednecks behind me, barking. I was innocent, and I looked to my grandfather and, effectively, asked who these idiots were. He just said (sort of), "son, in life you are going to have to deal with morons." At that moment some 40-year old, beer-bellied equivalency-test hopeful barked in my ear and my grandfather nearly pummeled the man to death. Keep in mind my grandfather was roughly 5'6" and a hundred-and-nothing pounds. The guy would have killed him, literally. Luckily, I was my younger self, and things resolved themselves. I, however, have not recovered. And that remains one of my least, but favorite days.