gillette wrote: I don't know about you guys but I'm just not very excited about the game this w/e.
On a typical "Cocktail Party" week, I'm all jacked up and can't sleep the entire week prior to the game and the consumption of adult beverages start around Tuesday or Wednesday. Coolers, grills, luggage, tailgating necessities, etc. are packed up in strict orderly fashion. Flags and magnets placed very strategically on the SUV. The convoy to Amelia Island on Wednesday with family and friends seems to take 2 1/2 minutes from Augusta due to all of the excitement. Golf with the buddies is just something to fill in the gap between Thursday and gameday.
Not so this year. It just feels like a formality this year. I'm just going through the motions with no emotion somewhat like our beloved Dawgs have been. The round of golf seems to be more on my mind than the game tomorrow. The cocktails just aren't going down as well as they should and the cigar just doesn't seem to burn very well.
Call me negative or whatever you want to call it. I guess the lack of enthusiasm from our Dawgs is rubbing off on me. However, I will be doing my part. I'll be there pulling for my Dawgs with what enthusiasm I have left whether they show up or not. My guess is we'll see another a55 shellacking like we saw in Columbia.
gillette, that might be the perfect post. I think you summed up all of my feelings in a concise, coherent statement. It's NOT negativity, because we love and will ALWAYS love our DAWGS. A DAWG is not what you become, it's what you are BORN. Apparently that's not the case with those who we feel are privileged enough to play the game. This team seems not to give a you-know-what. Shawn Williams cares. Others do not. Malcolm Mitchell cares - sometimes makes the stupidest plays in the history of the game, but by golly, he CARES! And I'll cut slack to ANYONE who makes a mistake in the interest of trying to MAKE THE PLAY!!!! I was catatonic over that one punt return against Missouri - for a few seconds - but he was trying to break open a game that was going nowhere at the time, so I cut him some slack. Unfortunately, there aren't many Malcolm Mitchells on our team.
This team is filled with apathy. And that has made itself into a disease that is HIGHLY contagious. I'm infected with it. Do you know what I'm doing Saturday afternoon? I'm going to go on a date with my new wife. We've got a relative who is going to keep the kids, and she and I are going to have some fun. Sometime around game time, we will be at a shooting range. I'll be using .357 mags and she'll be using light loaded .38s. And we are going to have FUN. And all the apathy on earth won't ruin it.
Thank you Mark Richt, because your acceptance of losing has translated into an afternoon that will bring me and my wife a little closer. She doesn't care about football, and neither do you, so while you are getting your BUTT handed to you in Jacksonville, my wife and I will be unloading some rounds into some pieces of paper and hanging out together, having fun. Then we'll go to a restaurant and enjoy a quiet dinner. Who knows after that. But one thing is FOR SURE. I won't be sitting on pins and needles sweating whether one of the best high school kickers in the nation, with one of the strongest legs on earth can hit a 20 yard extra point (assuming you score a TD to begin with).
I'm sad to lose an entire season that was so filled with promise. But for every loss in life we have the opportunity to produce a gain. My "DAWGS" loss will be my relationship gain. Both last a life time. One means a WHOLE LOT MORE. It would just have been so much MORE fun if my "DAWGS" would have showed up to play this year.
Oh well. There's always next year.
Prove us all wrong, Richt. But you have a LOT to prove now.