Monthly Archives: August 2014

08/29/14

A true Classic

Every year at this exact same time, I practice a tradition as solemn as the game of football itself.

I re-read this letter by one of the South’s great writers, Lewis Grizzard.

It perfectly encapsulates the way it feels to enter into Sanford stadium, the camaraderie you feel with the others around you garbed in the red and black, and the sheer excitement and passion that is ignited by your team.

I invite you to read this letter, even if you are not a UGA fan or even if you are a college football fan. It is so heartfelt and meaningful that it (literally) brings a tear to my eye.

It is the spirit of the entire Bulldog nation.

 

“To my Son, if I ever have one:

Kid, I am writing this on September 3, 1984. I have just returned from Athens, where I spent Saturday watching the University of Georgia, your old dad’s alma matter, play football against Clemson.

While the events of the day were still fresh on my mind, I wanted to recount them so if you are ever born, you can read this and perhaps be able to share one of the great moments in your father’s life.

Saturday was a wonderful day on the Georgia campus.

We are talking blue, cloudless sky, a gentle breeze and a temperature suggesting summer’s end and autumn’s approach.

I said the blessing before we had lunch. I thanked the Lord for three things: fried chicken, potato salad and for the fact he had allowed me the privilege of being a Bulldog.

“And , Dear Lord,” I prayed, “bless all those not as fortunate as I.”

Imagine my son, 82,000 people, most whom were garbed in red, gathered together gazing down on a lush valley of hedge and grass where soon historic sporting combat would be launched.

Clemson was ranked number 2 in the nation, and Georgia, feared too young to compete with the veterans from beyond the river, could only dream, the smart money said, of emerging three hours hence victorious.

They had us 20-6 at the half, son. A man sitting in front of me said, “I just hope we don’t get embarrassed.”

My boy, I had never seen such a thing as came to pass in the second half. Todd Williams threw one long and high, and Herman Archie caught it in the end zone, and it was now 20-13.

Georgia got the ball again and scored again, and it was now 20-20, and my mouth was dry, and my hands were shaking, and this Clemson fan who had been running his mouth the whole ballgame suddenly shut his fat face.

Son, we got ahead 23-20, and the ground trembled and shook, and many were taken by fainting spells.

Clemson’s kicker, Donald Igwebuike, tied it 23-23 and this sacred place became the center of the universe.

Only seconds were left when Georgia’s kicker, Kevin Butler, stood poised in concentration. The ball rushed toward him, and it was placed upon the tee a heartbeat before his right foot launched it heavenward.

A lifetime later, the officials threw their arms aloft. From 60 yards away, Kevin Butler had been true, and Georgia led and would win 26-23.

I hugged perfect strangers and kissed a fat lady on the mouth. Grown men wept. Lightening flashed. Thunder rolled. Stars fell, and joy swept through, fetched by a hurricane of unleashed emotions.

When Georgia beat Alabama 18-17 in 1965, it was a staggering victory. When we came back against Georgia Tech and won 29-28 in 1978, the Chapel bell rang all night. When we beat Florida 26-21 in the last seconds in 1980, we called it a miracle. And when we beat Notre Dame 17-10 in the Sugar Bowl that same year for the national championship, a woman pulled up her skirt and showed the world the Bulldog she had sewn on her underbritches.

But Saturday may have been even better than any of those.

Saturday in Athens was a religious experience.

I give this to you, son. Read it and re-read it, and keep it next to your heart. And when people want to know how you wound up with the name “Kevin” let them read it, and then they will know.” 

Goooo dawgs!

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08/27/14

Touring the College Football Hall of Fame

Last week, I had the opportunity to tour the brand spankin’ new College Football Hall of Fame facilities that recently relocated to Atlanta, GA from its former home in South Bend, IN. It was a 68 million dollar undertaking and is over 94,000 square feet of fabulous, fun, and interactive College Football mecca.

Entering the Chick-fil-A Fan Experience was unreal! This entire space is completely devoted to creating a remarkable experience for the college football enthusiast.

I was in heaven!

Filled with row after row of interactive stations where you can call a memorable play in your franchise history, be the guest picker on the set of College Gameday with Desmond & Chris, or ask questions to a life-sized Peyton Manning or Doug Flutie.

And with every digital activity you complete, your memory card stores and saves all of it! So, later, in the privacy of your own home, you can log in with your access code on the back of your lariat and have full access to all you did that day. And after you have watched and enjoyed, you can even share it on various forms of digital media.

tag 1

Your friends will be so impressed by how natural you appeared at the news desk rubbing elbows with the ESPN professionals.

We held a staff meeting onsite at the facilities the day prior to its grand opening to the public, and the excitement was palpable.

Chick-fil-A: Staff Meeting

It didn’t hurt that it was also the week prior to kick off!

So, as you enter, you register your fan lariat and give some basic info: name, email, and team of choice. Once registered, your team’s helmet will light up on this massive helmet wall.

There are 776 college football helmets represented on this wall. It really is an amazing spectacle.

helmets 1

Everybody knew there was a dawg fan in the house!

helmets 2

Here’s the highlight reel…

katie & me at the hall

This is my roommate Katie. And yes, we are a house divided this week as Georgia and Clemson will tee it up between the hedges this upcoming Saturday.

I mentioned that the entire facility is interactive & responsive. You walk up to an image wall, like the one pictured below, and it immediately recognizes: Jamie, Georgia fan, and these tiles, all representing UGA traditions appears before you.

ga wall

Glory, glory!

Oh. My. Heart.

And since this is the Chick-fil-A Fan Experience…

me with cow

Chicken + Pigskin = a winning combination!

For those of you, die-hard college football fans, this is a can’t-miss attraction right here in beautiful Atlanta, GA. And it is located conveniently in midtown near the home of the Atlanta Falcons, the Aquarium, the Georgia World Congress Center, and the World of Coca-Cola.

Check it out sometime, you won’t be sorry you did!

Oh yeah, and Gooooo Dawgs!

 

“I thanked the Lord for three things: fried chicken, potato salad and for the fact He had allowed me the privilege of being a Bulldog.

‘And , Dear Lord,” I prayed, “bless all those not as fortunate as I.'” 

— Lewis Grizzard

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