Okay Lee, Gary, Nancy, and all you other SEC fans (particularly Dawg fans since I'll probably need a little help here). . .
Gimme' your best shot. Break out all your jokes, your memories of games where you kicked us in our doggie haunches, memories of your best times at an SEC game, etc. 11 days and counting to opening day!
Georgia-Florida games aside, one of my fondest memories of a Georgia game doesn't really involve the game. In the early 80s I loaded up with four friends one Friday afternoon and we headed up to Athens for a game. We stayed in a cabin at a nearby state park where a friend's uncle was the park ranger. Bright and early Saturday morning the uncle knocked on our door and told us to come over the his house for breakfast. We were less than enthusiastic to say the least, but got up, got dressed for the game, and walked over the ranger's cabin. We walked into the kitchen and before us was a a spread you wouldn't believe . . . the best french toast I've ever had, bacon, ham, omelets, homemade biscuits. . . it was wonderful. His wife must have been up hours cooking all that food. What I remember most though was the sense of welcome, sitting around their big table and feeling like family. All games days are glorious, but that one somehow seemed moreso, the sky was a little bluer, the leaves a little more golden, the air with just a bit more tang of excitement. I don't remember who we played that game, but it was a good day.