Our fearless leader files this dispatch from the road:
A quick scene from the airport today. A family of downhomey UGA fans sent off a pair of clearly foreign, Nordic-looking teen boys back to the cold, godless land from whence they came. They stood ahead of me in line at security, clearly emotional. Though they did not share a language, the angst and tears in their eyes made their feelings for each other clear enough.
And as a parting sign of their love, they had decked out both head to toe in the ultimate Georgian's sign of affection: spanking new Bulldog gear.
It was moving and hokey simultaneously. In fact, I'm still thinking about them as I board, especially because just after I wiped a tear away, I told TSA they were speaking in Arabic and looking suspicious, and they were hauled away for cavity searches.
Hugs and Go Gators,
Orson