October 28, 2007: The Victory Parade

(Note – This was written on the way home from Jacksonville. It’s just a late posting.)

Sunday morning. We’re headed home, somewhere in the middle of the I-10 death stretch between Jacksonville and Lake City. The deputy is running wingman and the cruise is set at 78 MPH. All these Dawg fans from all of these places like Hahirrah, Winder, and Villa Rica are blowing by me faster than Rennie Curran through the swamp lizard’s O-line. It’s a 400 mile victory parade and even though I’ve got another 300 miles to go, it’s going to be a sweet ride.

We had 10 Dawgs and 6 cars. Guess we left a large carbon paw print on the Sunshine state.

As a young puppy, Georgia went to Jacksonville and usually brought home the W. Then we got ready for Auburn to decide the SEC champ. If we could beat them both, we could witness the sugar falling from the sky and all would be right with the world.

This is a world that my children know nothing of. They’ve only seen two wins against these reptiles in their lifetimes. They don’t fully appreciate the joy and fulfillment of the smack down administered by CMR and his young pups. While there are a number of reasons to relish this win, perhaps the most important one is this – The Gators are bad losers, but even worse winners. (Isn’t that an oxymoron?)