I woke up on Saturday morning in typical fashion, around 10 with a slight headache (reasons undisclosed) and an overwhelming need for water. So far, so good. I plopped on my couch in preparation for the early start and College Gameday. The morning suddenly took a turn for the worse. Almost immediatley, the entire Gameday crew picked Georgia to win easily. Great. That’s worse than the Sports Illustrated curse. I then call my buddy Zach at kick off. A native Tennessean, he fired at me for waking him by singing “Rocky Top”. At that moment, I knew we were in trouble.
The game ended with me on the couch, now alone, fuming. After resisting the urge to punch holes in my wall, I went for a run to blow off some steam. There was an offer to play soccer, but I had to deny. Socialization was simply not possible. Plus, I needed to think. Was I really about to hammer out a post about firing Coach Richt? Sure, it was early: we’d just lost and I was furious. 45-19? Are you kidding? But something had to be done. Lets review. (more…)