Football, Football, Football! This is literally the only thought going through all the heads in Athens, GA for the last six weeks. It seemed like this was the year we were gonna come within grasps of that all revered Waterford crystal trophy. The first five games went according to plan. We cheered. We smiled. We watched our beloved Russ rise to the title of UGA IV. We won.
Last weekend, we traveled to Columbia, South Carolina to watch one of the biggest games of my college career. Our #5 ranked Dawgs were battling the #6 ranked Gamecocks in the ESPN game of the week. We were nervous and excited. Most importantly we were ready to support our Dawgs. We even got to the stadium an hour early, although there was a very slim to zero percent chance anyone would take our nosebleed seats.
That hour before kickoff was the last moment of happiness seen by the Bulldawg nation. The coaches and players were distracted and unprepared. The fans left early in a state of anger and disappointment. We lost the game. On the far less enthusiastic ride home, we learned sad news related to the Bulldawg fans. Someone had egged and rolled the house of our players. A little later it was revealed that a star member of the Dawg's team was suffering a family crisis when his father was diagnosed with cancer. As a dedicated follower of the Georgia Bulldawgs, I was extremely saddened for the men, who took the field for us. I love the game with all my heart, but a loss should never end with such awful words and vandalism. Those boys on the field already have it tough. The fans, who supposedly stand behind them, should never display such mean-spirited actions toward the same team that is already down. We are all in this together. We should show our support, but never be so overly committed to the G that we forget basic human kindness.
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