Your handy Hate Week resource guide

Just a heads up for you peeps.  Don’t forget you have access to an invaluable research tool this week in Stingtalk.


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23 responses to “Your handy Hate Week resource guide

  1. Cynical Dawg

    NATS has become more of an object of pity than an object of hate. Georgia State, GSU, and Kennesaw State are closing in on them in the rearview mirror. Georgia Tick is not long for the P5 world.


  2. Spike

    Thanks Bluto! Keep it coming!!


  3. Hogbody Spradlin

    Note that a leading post over there is “Hate Week Armory”, first posted in 2009. It has a whopping 469 responses since then.


    • Mark

      It’s funny, but I noticed that the clips posted in that thread came mostly from tech wins that are (except for the tainted late 90s “victories”) years apart. It’s almost as if the nerds have had a lot of stretches of 5-7 years when they didn’t beat Georgia at all.


  4. Cvegas Dawg

    I appreciate you posting that link. It really gets the blood flowing.


  5. FisheriesDawg

    For a school filled with a bunch of smart people, I feel a lot dumber having spent ten minutes perusing that board.

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  6. hassan

    Wow…obsess much? At Tech, YOU CAN DO THAT!!


  7. Got Cowdog

    Yeah, I still hate aubrun more, but just barely. What a bunch of classless dickheads.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. cigarstock

    I HATE those techmites !!

    You wake up in the top bunk, snug within your Star Trek bedsheets, with that feeling in the pit of your stomach. That pounding feeling, that giddy, nauseous rush that can mean only one thing. You rush to the potty and take care of business. The feeling goes away. But something about tinkling–the colors, the sounds–makes you remember: Yellow Jacket football today!

    You put on your best yellow sweater and yellow knee-socks, though you call them “gold,” natch. Then, moving to the dresser, you specially polish your thick glasses, adding one final flourish–fresh tape wrapped around the bridge. Speaking of bridges, your braces are also polished to a fine sheen, new zits are popped, and you’re lookin’ GOOD! You’re lookin’ JACKET.

    Heart pounding, you race up the steps from your parents’ basement. Mumsy and Pops are reading mail from the old home country in New Jersey where they hope to retire someday. You slip out the door quietly and pedal your 3-speed through the crisp autumn air, gameday flags a-flying from the handlebars. And there it is, just ahead–the MARTA station. It won’t be long now!

    You climb onto a southbound train, your eyes scan the car, and–yes! There, sitting next to the chatty tranvestite–a man wearing YELLOW! You make your way over and wave your pom poms at him and giggle, and he says, “$#%^ off, %$$^&!” And now you feel it more strongly than ever–the essence of being a Tech fan. You giggle again more shrilly, dance away, then slide around safely under the seats until the stop at North Avenue, tee-heeing for all you’re worth as you elude the grasp of your tormentor and his switchblade. It’s sort of like Frodo hiding from the Black Riders, right here on MARTA!

    You disembark at North Avenue, snatching quarters from a few homeless men, and take a deep breath of downtown Atlanta air–Tech air! Now you see swarms of other Jackets–two of them, three of them. It’s no wonder the stadium had to be expanded. You pause on the bridge over the Downtown Connector to indulge in a Tech tradition: spitting on cars passing underneath. It’s a massive traffic jam of red vehicles heading north, and you nail an RV with a big loogie from your morning Yoo Hoo Soda. Tee hee! Saliva, the GT calling card!

    Then you’re on campus, a block from the stadium. You take in the grand pageantry that is game day. It’s the gray, smoggy sky; the deep blue of the police siren; the giggling of the frat boys enjoying an impromptu tickle pile on the sidewalk. It’s the sound of gunfire. It’s the beautiful women with their thick makeup, standing on the street corners and bantering with the passing cars. It’s the voice of Kim King, talking and talking and talking in his one-note melodic range; Wes Durham screaming about a one-yard gain. It’s the giant rubber bee, George O’Leary’s old bedroom toy, patched all over, making funny farting sounds as the air oozes out yet again. It’s Flag Boy, the aspiration of all Tech males. Tee hee!

    Above all, it’s four notes on a trumpet. You hear them now, playing the hallowed music, the sacred music, the Hymn of the Bee. There it is now, and you lift your voice to join in, warm tears fogging your thick glasses. The whole stadium sings solemnly:

    “When you say Bud…”

    Those four notes on a trumpet, your call to Jackethood, setting your yellow heart aflutter. Deep down you know this is the year–the year you beat Duke AGAIN–you OWN Duke. The year you road-trip to a BRAND SPANKIN’-NEW STARTUP BOWL for the holidays. The year your first pubic hairs break the surface. This sacred moment cannot last. Someday, by the Great Pointed Ears of Leonard Nimoy, you will be in New Jersey. In Michigan. In North Dakota. Someday you will buy your parents a house with a bigger basemment for you to live in. But in your heart, you’ll always be a Tech Guy–a proud drop in the endless river of yellow!

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    • Macallanlover

      Outstanding, and on point throughout. Just not sure they are worth the effort, that time when they were relevant has gone. I know we have to deal with this once a year, but let’s face it, when you talk football with anyone, wherever you go, their name never ever comes up. One day we will put them in a once-every-four-years mode (all at home), then they will continue to fade where we don’t have to ever think of them again until an urban development project comes in to do a facelift and tears that ugly little box they play in down.


    • Muttley

      A masterpiece written by my brother, many years ago. Thanks for posting. (Should be “Four notes on a tuba”, though!)


    • Russ

      Awesome! Well done! Let the hate flow through you.


    • Spike

      The Emerald Bowl misses them..


    • My Lord, it’a almost like poetry.


  9. TimberRidgeDawg

    Oh yeah them again week. Hope nobody gets chop blocked before Bama.

    Amazing how far they’ve fallen since Dodd took them out of the SEC (brilliant move there but then he was a Tennessee grad). Their attendance continues to fall in concert with national trends but exacerbated by a prickly unmarketable coach with an unmarketable service academy offense (would say high school but the high schools don’t run it anymore either) that recruits the Island of Misfit Toys and an unattractive ACC schedule in the heart of SEC country. They can’t even sell out Clemson anymore. Nobody but their own care and as the most passionate Old Guard age out they aren’t being replaced by new fans.

    But on the bright side, they’ll always have UGA to give them purpose and turn their stadium red every other year.

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    • 79Dawg

      Speaking of Tech tickets, I am STILL on the e-mail list from buying the 3-packs back in the day, and they were offering tickets on Friday, for the Virginia game, for $18 apiece…


  10. ZeroPOINTzero

    It’s like StingTalk is comprised of an angry group of 8th grade boys that go to remedial school. I’d be embarrassed if I were a Tech fan. Is there a site that normal Tech fans visit? Surely that isn’t their only fan site. There has to be a site for the grownups. FRFR


  11. Nashville West

    You know, the really scary part is that these stingtalk people can vote,drive cars and own guns (at least theoretically) Wow.