One day, when you drop dead of a heart attack, having never seen georgia win anything since 1980 and always hoping that next year is the year, I hope that your fat, fetid, rotten carcass is shoveled into the coal plant providing power to the school for the lobotomized, incestuous, infectious, illiterate and unloved assholes in Athens. Somehow, your remains may generate a fraction of the power required for the machine providing ice to keep UGA's balls cold.. and then your life might have a glimmer of purpose. I hope this day comes soon. öööö off. All the way off.