Saturday, October 1, 2011
Game Day in Athens
It never gets old. The feeling of excitement. The sun on your face. The crowd that seems to become less throngs of people and more an organic being the closer you get to Sanford.
There is a palatable adrenalin surge when you walk through the tunnel into the bowl. The noise goes from loud to being a part of you. Your sounds are not longer yours, but a part of the sounds of the stadium.
92,000 of your closest friends. Red. Black. The lone trumpeter. Glory, glory. Spell Georgia. Defend the "G". Krypton Fanfare at the start of the 4th Quarter. Hail to Georgia. The Alma Mater.
These are my people. This is my home.