It really shouldn't be hard to put your feelings about Collins aside for this game. If the stadium sells out, it's gonna do so with or without your help because Georgia is bringing an army, and it's not going to change one thing for him employment wise.
This game is probably going to be awful. We're gonna get barked at, barfed on, forced to smell things we can't even name, we might get fleas, there will probably be some fights, and we're going to have to insult some people because we can't understand a word they're saying, when we'd rather be insulting them for other reasons. We're probably going to get destroyed, too, by a record setting margin, in one of the most embarrassing showings in school history - to cap off one of the most embarrassing three year stretches in school history. This may be so bad, it might even be the single worst game any of you ever has the opportunity to attend in your lives.
I couldn't imagine not wanting to be there, honestly. Everyone you meet at this game wearing gold is going to be a true fan, a fan of fans who dwells in fanhalla forever, and you have a chance to be among them for the price of one afternoon of pain. This is the trial by fire, the refining moment where the purest and the most powerful fans are made, and even if you don't think you're worthy of that, don't you want to bask in the glow of the people who are? Those are my kind of people, and I'd rather spend one miserable afternoon with them than ten years of games with the come-and-go nobodies who only show up for themselves.
And then, there's always the fact that football is the game that defies all things, and that's why they play the games. If you're standing in the crowd when that happens this time, you've gained an experience that 99% of the fans you know and all their generations after them will only ever dream about.
Let's do this freakin thing, I'm pumped.
