...I was heading down to the GA Dome about now. Another chance to see friends and tailgate and all of the day drunjs and whatnot.
But instead, as I prepare to head downstairs and fry up a rasher of bacon in my sock feet and bed head, I can't help but wonder which is worse: coming up five yards short at the Dome in December, or first and goal short at Willy Brice in September?
That 2012 SECCG was the worst feeling I've ever had at a game. Worse than the next November in Auburn. But looking back over this past season, those few yards against what turned out to be a miserable chicken shit team are entirely awful.
I hate college football. And yet, I love it like my own child.
