Gawd, I love Opening Day.
I love the joy of getting together again with friends at the pregame tailgate.
I love seeing every surrounding tailgate festooned in red and black.
I love the cold beer.
I love Popeye’s spicy chicken.
I love blasting my mix tape. (Obviously I don’t tailgate on North Campus.)
I love watching parents throwing footballs with their kids.
I love the fashion statement parade of boots with sundresses.
I love every bark and every “Go Dawgs!” cheer I hear.
I love that first panoramic view of the inside of the stadium.
Most of all, I love the possibility. It’s a new season. The slate is clean. Anything is possible, at least for the day. There’s something irresistibly pure about that.
It doesn’t get any better than this. Even my awareness of the assholes conspiring to ruin the greatest sport there is can’t dampen my enthusiasm. I may not be able to forgive, but at least for a day, I can forget.
Thank you for this, Georgia football.