There is a certain comfort in the idea of a dynasty. One team dominates for years on end, and you know who's going to be there at the end of the year. You feel comfortable in the fact that you know who's going to win. You may not be powerful, but you know your place, and there is a certain comfort in that. As Georgia fans, we know our place, don't we? Second or third in the SEC East, playing in the Peach or the Music City Bowl every year, suffering defeat after defeat to Tennessee and Florida, which after all are much better programs.
The problem with a lot of Georgia fans is, of course, these past few fluke years. All of a sudden a new coach comes in, gets a lot of inherited talent and gets in contention for the SEC every year. They beat Florida once, and Tennessee five out of six years. All of a sudden they feel entitled to winning, but really it's not all that impressive, is it? I mean, come on, even Mississippi State can win the West. Every Dawg has a couple of days in the sun.
Thank goodness for 2006, right? Those damn Dawgs finally got put back in their place. And judging by the way Georgia has been playing this season, everyone in the SEC can return to their sense of comfort, because the Dawgs are back in their rightful place. Tennessee has beaten Georgia two years running, finally snapping their drought in Knoxville, and of course Florida will crush Georgia in Jacksonville and all will be right with the world. After all, 15 out of 17 games doesn't lie, does it? They're a dynasty, and the sooner Georgia fans get used to that idea, the better.
Except that there are those of us who remember a time before Ray Goff, before Steve Spurrier. There are those of us who REMEMBER.
There are those of us who know the stats, who know that Georgia leads the series with Florida by double digits. There are those of us who KNOW that we can beat Florida, if only our coaches and players knew it. There are those of us who believe every year, every single close game, just knowing that we're going to see another long pass play, Belue to Scott, Appleby to Washington, Greene to Gibson, just knowing that we're going to see KnoMo go for big yardage against that inexperienced and crippled up defense, who know that it's going to be 24-21 Dawgs. There are even those of us who hate Florida more than we hate Tennessee, more than we hate Auburn, even more than we hate Georgia Tech. There are those of us, like me, who hate Florida now even more than we hate Steve Spurrier; it is no longer the Evil Genius, it is the Evil Institution, and we must bring it down.
This game has always been called The World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party, but it ain't a party for the true Dawg. A documentary came out recently on the Florida-Georgia Rivalry, entitled The War. I think that's a much more appropriate title. It is a war. When you have an evil institution to the south, threatening to take over the country as it did last year, you have to do something. You must stand up to that evil. You must take it to its limits, must destroy its ability to spread. They keep coming back, you know that as well as I do, every year they come back, and we have done a poor job recently of keeping them contained. This year we MUST contain them, or the first three paragraphs of this post need be the only ones you read.
DON'T GIVE UP!
Red and Black, Win or Lose