How little it takes to transport oneself to another time and place entirely. This weekend in Athens may has well have been a window into every college memory I have.
I ran into old flings, hung out with my girls, drank too much, ate Pokey Sticks until my stomach hurt, got all dolled up in red and black and wore shoes I knew would hurt my feet just because they looked cute. Yes, I re-lived college this weekend.
Somehow all of the faces still look familiar, probably because the young twenty-somethings like me are still clinging desperately to that Athens state of mind.
The “it” bars have changed and the students suddenly don’t look as old as I remember feeling, but in the end it has the same spirit.
Tailgates are as good as ever despite every effort from the UGA administration and Athens-Clarke County police to the contrary. Tailgating is a custom too well-engrained into game day tradition to ever simply be placated by asinine rules.
Despite the pain of losing to Tennessee (or getting killed by, I suppose), I still felt nothing short of blissful the entire weekend. It’s walking down Milledge or window shopping on Clayton or just hearing the roar of the crowd in Sanford Stadium that reminds me of how much I love that place.
And though my days in Athens are done, I still consider myself lucky to have spent a wonderful four years there and proud to call myself a Bulldog.
JLH
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