We want a National Championship.
Do you need me to use bold-face type, italics, or emoticons to drive home that point?
The fan-base of the University of Georgia has stood by, season after season, and watched a parade of A+ talent--both on the field and the sidelines--pass through the school and enjoy all the benefits this great institution has to offer. We've watched you revel in the heady joy of hero worship. You've enjoyed the comforts of beautiful women who, without the incentive of your god-given talents, wouldn't otherwise give you the time of day and would, therefore, be made available to the real students of this university. You (coaches) have enjoyed the prestige of representing one of the finest Universities and storied football programs in the history of the game. You've walked in the shadows of Sinkwich, Trippi, Tarkenton and Walker. You've coached the hallowed grounds walked by the likes of Dooley, "Pop" Warner, and Wally Butts. We've clothed our kids in your numbers, for Christ's sake.
And for what?
So you could do just enough to move on to the next level? So you could play in the NFL and reap millions of dollars for talents that lay dormant until the last day of your senior years? So you could coach a team to 10 wins and no championships, only to explain away the unfulfilling season in platitudes and party-line missives aimed at placating boosters and powers-that-be too old and tired to press you for greater things?
We want a National Championship.
Not 10 or 11 wins. Not an SEC championship. A NATIONAL Championship. If you don't know what this is (and I suspect you do not), visit Alabama, Florida and LSU. Ask them to see their trophy cases. A trophy case is where you showcase your...oh, never mind.
Ask yourselves this question: what makes these schools so successful when Georgia is the perennial "also ran." Do they have better players? The answer is no. Better coaches...no (the train-wreck that was Willie Martinez notwithstanding). Better fan support? Not a chance. Want proof? To a person each of us utilizes Pepto Bismol, Charmin bath tissue and Trojan condoms. None of us has an article of clothing with the aforementioned product endorsements splattered across them. To a one, each of these items has brought us more joy than any team fielded by the University of Georgia, yet it is your shirts, colors and numbers emblazoned across our chests, heads, trucks, cars and newborn children. I know, it makes no sense. Of course, each of those products has performed as advertised. You, sadly, have not.
Now, I've read the snippets and press releases when our anger, ire or simple disappointment reaches your ears and you decide to respond. You disparage us, the entourage of faithful who drop an entire week's or month;s pay just to follow you on your tour of mediocrity, hoping only to see once...only once in our lifetimes, the promise your talent dangles before us like some mythical carrot that is always jerked away before we ever get to savor the sweet flavor of greatness. You tweet about the unfairness of our judgement when we (apparently erroneously) call you out for thugishness and idiocy that brings disgrace to the University of Georgia. (That's what the oval "G" stands for on your uniform. It does not, as you may believe, stand for "original gansta")
We want a National Championship.
Most of us don't have enough of your talent that would qualify us to carry your jocks. We know this. But on the flip side, none of you has shown the strength of character to step up into the arena of greatness such talent demands. Certainly, you have "great" futures or "great" paychecks. I don't doubt that each of you works your ass off in preparation for the season and each game. The problem is that when the whistle blows, greatness gets tucked away and saved for another day, and you replace it by effort that qualifies only as "just good enough". Don't believe me? Check the trophy case. You are the era of "also ran." Good enough to win it all. Just not courageous enough to step up. The oval "G" now stands for "only good."
I'm sure that this will not be read by anyone on the team. Even if it were, I doubt you care. Me? I'm going to love my University until my dying breath. I'm going to watch Georgia sports with the fervor of a madman. Unfortunately, I'm also going to have to get used to disappointment I was sure...SURE this team would finally replace with the joy that only a Tiger, Tide or Gator fan has known of late. I'll still sport the Oval G on my truck. I'll still drop what amounts to a week's pay to watch your pitiful surrender to mediocrity whenever you play your bowl games in Florida. I'll still sport my Georgia colors even though I live surrounded by mullet-wearing, jort-clad slack jaws rocking a Gator logo that, when emblazoned on even the most gorgeous south Florida cutie, still looks like a booger on a super model.
I'll do all this because, although I don't have a smidgeon of the talent any of you possesses, I have something you'll never understand. I have courage.
We want a National Championship.
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