This was my best offseason ever. I sat idly by while a number of stories (Houston's reinstatement, the 2014 SEC Schedule, Harvey-Clemons' suspension, Secondary injuries, Manziel's Shenanigans) permeated the fanbase. I didn't speak up. I didn't admonish bloggers for writing about these in the offseason. I didn't whine about the worthless of conjecture nor the lack of any real FOOTBALL to talk about.
I simply sat down, and shut up.
But, as football season approaches once more, I find myself unable to contain my mirth. In six short days, we will once again see our boys strap on their white jerseys and their red helmets and go play this fabulous game against a team that many have seen as an 'up and comer' for nigh on a decade. I'm tired of the hype, I'm tired of the guesswork and the analysis and the x's and o's. I'm ready to see some damned football already.
I'm ready to see Theus drop someone on his ass.
I'm ready to see Gurley hit a hole harder than John Holmes.
I'm ready to see Mitchell outrun the wind.
I'm ready to see Artie plow a SS into the ground as he scores on a skinny post.
I'm ready to see the Windmill!
I'm ready to see Jenkins start his own march into Georgia Lore.
I'm ready to see Swanny haul in balls like his namesake.
I'm ready to see the Reverend instill the fear of God into some hapless runningback.
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And ---------- I've been ready for one of your posts.
Gotta agree with Zuta... Welcome Back!
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