Marsh or Swamp? Is That Even a Question?
(and a little Kentucky thrown in for fun).
What a ride it is going to be!
Let me be honest. I really want to be snarky about this week’s matchup. I don’t know what it is in the Georgia/Florida chemistry that brings out the worst in the fans. I’ve only attended one game in person, and it was one of the most horrible experiences of my life. To be fair, the dude who threatened to ruin the day for me was a Georgia fan who passed the point of drunk and obnoxious hours before he ever climbed the steps to his seat. My children, who are no strangers to a colorful vocabulary, learned a few new words from that guy, and the young woman next to him struggled to keep his hands off of her. It was a relief when security escorted him away, and it will probably be a while before I make the trip back to Jacksonville.
The tug for me is the Spiritual Home of the Bulldog Nation, St. Simons Island, just a short drive from the “neutral territory” where the game is played. Georgia fans meet on the island’s East Beach to celebrate the match up, and when I have my house there one day, all of you are invited to watch the game on my porch. It will probably be the only time I allow a television on a porch, so you won’t want to miss it. The hard part about the weekend is that the beach has become the site of a massive fraternity party that promises tragedy sooner or later and leaves the beach a disaster. I don’t know how much you have to drink before you can no longer identify a recycle bin, but it’s clear that the weekend causes these good Southerners to lose their manners and their minds. I’m all for a good time, and I hope the community can find ways both to welcome students and to foster a safe and civilized celebration. There is no more beautiful place in the world, and Georgia fans get to call it home.
But, before I fall into too much preaching, let me take a turn at snark.
My children have warned me against this.
They insist I’m not good at it.
But have you seen this season’s Florida uniforms?
What is going on there?
Head to toe?
We have carried a theme too far.
It’s a football game, not a costume party.
My younger son and I were in Walmart yesterday and made a trip down the Halloween costume aisle just for old time’s sake. I want to offer the Florida center one of those stupid, giant plush gator heads we saw. Then his look would be complete. And completely ridiculous.
I do, however, have to thank the folks with no fashion sense for solidifying this week’s tailgate menu. I’m making a big pot of Brunswick Stew tomorrow because Brunswick Stew beats swamp water every time.
Revel in your swamp, Florida fans.
We have the Marshes of Glenn.
During the game (for now viewed from my basement game room in Tennessee which is dedicated to the Dawgs and affectionately known as Sea Level), we’ll be dishing up a favorite of coastal Georgia. I just wish I could have a few pounds of Southern Soul Barbeque to go with it.
Stay safe, people.