Okay, this is going to come off as if I'm about three months old, but I seriously think that my favorite \"moment,\" if you want to call it that, was last year's comeback over Va Tech. I mean, I was jumping up and down, stomping the floor, waking the kids...it was like we spotted them 18 points and then said, \"Okay, now we're going to take off the blindfold.\" Stafford was masterful, and it was as if the defense was simply walking up to Tech's wide receivers and saying, \"Let me catch this one, okay?\"
Even though we lost the game, the 2006 Sugar Bowl was also incredible. Down 28-0, we come back and lose 35-38? That's pretty damned impressive.
Last year's beatdown of Auburn was great, because it was the first full game I watched with my kids, both of them, all the way through. Of course, neither one got a nap because the 12:45 kickoff coincided with sleepytime, but who cares? Auburn is ranked #5 in the country, we're unranked, and 37-15? They can sleep on Sunday!
I also remember watching the 2003 Tennessee game on television while my in-laws (who reside just south of Nashville and root for Big Urnge) watched me. I'm a shameful fan in the privacy of my own home, jumping up and down, falling out of my overstuffed chair to watch a big play, throwing my hat across the room when we blow a coverage or fumble a ball, and drinking at least one beer per quarter. I had been married to their daughter for two years (exactly; we were married the day of the hobnail boot in 2001) and this was how I was acting? They must have been horrified; their daughter was pregnant, I was in grad school at UGA making $10,000 a year, and I acted a drunken fool once a week. But I'm not embarrassed by my actions at all, because we beat those Urnge Turds 41-14 in Neyland. I remember listening to the post-game show on the radio and Larry Munson says, \"All I can say about that game is forty-one is fourteen backwards.\"
Coming back against SCarolina, who had us down 16-0 at the half in 2004, was pretty special too.
Also, David Pollack's interception in the end-zone against SCarolina in 2002. Although she used more vulgar terminology, I remember my then-fiancee saying \"I bet you David Pollack is in the middle of a [girl] sandwich right now.\" I love that I married a woman like that.
Also, the entire bulk of Sanford Stadium chanting \"REG-GIE! REG-GIE! REG-GIE!\" as Reggie Ball left the playing field between the hedges for the last time, having handed us the ballgame one more time.
I know all of these wonderful memories are recent, but think of it this way: Mark Richt has only been our head coach for 6 years, and he has already provided us with a LIFETIME of memorable moments. I don't know about you, but I take that as a sign of GREAT things to come.
Red and Black, Win or Lose