"I made a commitment to myself that I wouldn’t be too sentimental and try to keep this blog light, focused on sports and life in exile, since I typically hate to read blogs that are obvious attempts to avoid real therapy. I apologize for the nostalgia.
I learned plenty in Athens. I learned who to trust and who not to. I learned who are my friends and who is using me. I learned who to use. I learned that when you are hurting, a walk on campus, in front of Phi Kappa Hall, with leaves starting to fall during the first cool snap of October or when the grass is getting green in March, is salve to the soul. I learned that getting hurt by someone you thought you loved isn’t that difficult to take if the Dawgs are playing well and is incredibly difficult if they are on the way to 4-7. I learned that college basketball is as fun in person as college football. I learned that youth doesn’t protect you from death. I learned sports do mean that much to me. I learned I was not alone in that.
Homecoming was always my favorite game week as a student. Sure, I loved going to Jacksonville for Georgia/Florida. I thought the atmosphere at Knoxville was incredible. I even had a great time getting wet in Jordan-Hare. Getting kicked out of Tiger Town in Clemson was fun. Having a huge night game on campus was a thrill. But I always looked forward to homecoming. There was something extra special about the alumni that came back for homecoming. I had something tangible to look forward to. They were who I was going to be.
That was two UGA degrees, a head of hair, two wives, two careers and
Good luck and Godspeed, Dawg fans. Remember, the current residents of campus are looking up to you.