My trip to Hell, wasn't that bad this year...for obvious reasons! :laugher: I got to the game with my UGA girlfriend just in time for kickoff. I used a student ticket to get in the game, so I have to give props to a couple of my friends, who happen to like UGA, for getting me a UGA id.
Once we got to our seats (Sect 110 Row 23) I quickly realized that yellow shirts were few and far between. Maybe I should've toned it down a little. But it was a cold day and the captain in my coke was keeping me warm. There was semi-polite bantering back and forth - It got a little heated when Stafford threw the ball away while still in the pocket. Then it got even more heated when Nesbitt threw the ball away while outside the pocket. haha.
By the third quarter my beverage had run dry and was on the recieving end of some very colorful insults. By the fourth quarter I was replying to the insults with... "FEED ME YOUR HATE!!! DROWN ME IN YOUR TEARS!!! OH YEAH!!! THEY FEEL SO GOOD ON MY SKIN!!!" On my way out a mother, child in hand screemed in my face "You better get the F--- out of Clarke county before you get F-ing killed!!!" I just smiled warmly, patted her daughter on the head, and walked on - piece of hedge in my shirt pocket. Ahhh... what a day to be in Hell
:laugher:My trip to Hell, wasn't that bad this year...for obvious reasons! :laugher: I got to the game with my UGA girlfriend just in time for kickoff. I used a student ticket to get in the game, so I have to give props to a couple of my friends, who happen to like UGA, for getting me a UGA id.
Once we got to our seats (Sect 110 Row 23) I quickly realized that yellow shirts were few and far between. Maybe I should've toned it down a little. But it was a cold day and the captain in my coke was keeping me warm. There was semi-polite bantering back and forth - It got a little heated when Stafford threw the ball away while still in the pocket. Then it got even more heated when Nesbitt threw the ball away while outside the pocket. haha.
By the third quarter my beverage had run dry and was on the recieving end of some very colorful insults. By the fourth quarter I was replying to the insults with... "FEED ME YOUR HATE!!! DROWN ME IN YOUR TEARS!!! OH YEAH!!! THEY FEEL SO GOOD ON MY SKIN!!!" On my way out a mother, child in hand screemed in my face "You better get the F--- out of Clarke county before you get F-ing killed!!!" I just smiled warmly, patted her daughter on the head, and walked on - piece of hedge in my shirt pocket. Ahhh... what a day to be in Hell
It wasn't too bad, probably due to the rain and noon kickoff. We did have a horribly redneck (supposed) cop try to take our "To Hell With Georgia" centerfold away, and then threaten to arrest one of my friends for assaulting a police officer.
And not related......everytime I go there I thank God my parents were married!!:D
My worst one was years ago when Levitt kicked the winning FG with seconds left--I'd already had an Ugag umbrella bent aover my head by drunk dog bitch and my date did not defend me (I won't strike a "lady")--I'd been cursed at all day--of course I had emptied my Remy Martin to help ease the pain--left the dog pile--got lost in the rain traffic--noticed my "date" had been real quite--so I asked her "is something wrong" (my Bad)--she lit into me--I had embarassed her, almost ran over a cop going down a oneway st.,been assaulted, got drunk, blah blah etc.--she screamed "just let me out"--which I dutifully did---last I saw of her IN MY REAR VIEW MIRROR was hands on hips glaring at me in the rain as I rode off trying to get out of Hell!! years later we met accidentally and we talked about our families--as i was leaving in my car she said--you know I have forgiven you--as I left I asked---WHAT FOR??