With all due respect to the student who made a guest post at Bernie’s blog, I think he is full of crap.
Frankly I get offended when the student body is kicked to the curb by some of the old dogs. I know that not every student is as passionate about Georgia football as I am, but there are plenty that are. We respect the alumni, and it would be nice to get a little respect in return. I beg of you to not lump all the students into one category based on what you see on TV. We are not all the same, but all of us love Red and Black.
First off, I am not some old dog. I am only 27, and am only 5 years removed from the 2007 season when I was a 5th year Sr. It has only been 5 years since I drove the bus, listening to 960 The Ref for at minimum 4 hours a day.
Let me go through the home schedule each of the years I was a student:
Middle Tennessee, South Carolina (when they were bad), Alabama (bad then), UAB, Auburn, Kentucky
Georgia Southern, Marshall, LSU, Tennessee, Vanderbilt, Georgia Tech
Boise State, South Carolina, Louisiana-Monroe, Arkansas (bad team), Auburn, Kentucky
Western Kentucky, UAB, Colorado, Tennessee, Vanderbilt, Mississippi State, Georgia Tech
Oklahoma State, South Carolina, Western Carolina, Ole Miss, Troy, Auburn, Kentucky
Look, students. This is not an isolated complaint. I sat on the Southside for the 2010 Arkansas game, and could clearly see the “frat section” was cleared out. Nevermind that Georgia came back to tie the game. Last year for the Auburn game, two ranked teams playing on National Television, and the Student section could barely get itself full.
The Buffalo game, it was just embarassing. Just embarrassing. At halftime, the Nouthside of the Stadium was at least 1/3 empty, and by the 4th Quarter, it was over half empty. Look, I know these crappy games suck, especially when it is hot. But the students should be held to a higher standard than some old man. They should suck it up and go.
Look at my freshman year and the slate of games. The only good game was the Auburn game, and thanks to my brother-in-law filling up a Solo cup full of Wild Turkey, I can’t remember that game one bit. Those home games sucked. But the students still went, still got loud, still had a good time tailgating.
So the guy who posted at Bernie’s blog seems like he is one of the good guys. But the rest of his ilk need to get over it and go to the games and stop being pansies. Ohhh, you can’t sell your tickets now that it is on the card. I admit, that does suck. But so what? You got friends coming in from out of town? They can’t go to the game? They can’t buy a ticket from the wacky guy who lives down the hall from you in Creswell? You know who I am talking about, the guy who wears a housecoat all the time. Tell them too bad. Go to the dadgum game anyway. Tell them you’ll see them at Bourbon Street after the game.
I was driving a lot on Tuesday-almost 600 miles!-and I listened to some good old Texas Country on my iPod. Some Roger Creager, Robert Earl Keen, Cory Morrow. I thought back to the days my freshman year where Uchee, Granite, myself and many other friends would pile into Uchee’s place and play poker. First two out of the game would start a NCAA Football tournament on the Playstation, and the next two out would shoot empty beer cans with a cross bow.
What I wouldn’t give to go back to those days. Little things bring back memories to the fun, good old days. Now, life is good now. Don’t get me wrong. But the days back even 5 years ago were awesome.
And that is what these students don’t understand. Life doesn’t get any better from here. You can go to UGA football games for like $50 total. Many alumni drop thousands of dollars per year. Are there obstacles? Sure. Is it hot? Yes. Do the games suck? Some of them, but it could be worse. Does it suck to use the ID instead of real paper tickets? Yes. But you know what those all are? EXCUSES.
Go to the damn games. The team is playing as well as it has in 5 years. UGA football is, I believe, on the cusp of having another great run. Go! Enjoy it! Becuase these days won’t last long, and one day you are going to regret the fact that you didn’t go.