I meant to post these pictures in September, but once we got back from Georgia the twins were born and things happen. So here are some pics from our trip.
First, it was most unusual to have four of our grown children with us. Unusual, but oh how fun; your kids are so fun to hang out with as adults! Clearly, they are my very favorite people. The only one was missing was Ben, who had bigger and better things going on at the time and is a "died in the wool" (whatever that means) BYU fan.
Eating lunch on game day at - where else? Chick-fil-A, our new favorite place. Prior to this picture we were discussing how to get the franchise to Idaho.
Supah-Fans!
Only in all of this craziness would men wear necklaces.
Waiting for the team to come through the pre-game fan area on their way to the locker room.
I should mention that football is huge in Georgia. They are fans on a new level to me. Just the clothing was amazing - the little red dress (for the "hot" weather during Bulldog games when I asked), the red pants, short, capris, hats, all with traces of intimidating black. Riding the subway, they were everywhere. We were little peons riding the subway amidst them in our royal blue and orange.
We got comments of, "Why would you come clear down here?" I wanted to say, "Because we're playing THE GEORGIA BULLDOGS, that's why!". They were nice, but there was an overwhelming attitude of "We'll make mashed potatoes of you in no time. Don't you know who Georgia is? JOR-JAH. Have you heard of the SEC?"
I deleted my pictures of the Georgia Dome thinking they weren't very good, but now I wish I hadn't. It was HUGE. Before the game, they showed a video montage highlighting the big, tough, mean and cool Georgia Bulldog program. Then the whole marching band, dance team, flag team and cheerleaders took the field in song and dance celebrating their team. Between that and the fans, there was a solid sea of RED; total red, deafening and intimidating. And then the Bulldogs took the field and it intensified even more.
On the jumbotron they then showed one of the Boise State informational videos in an effort to be fair. The coolness comparison was huge....we looked like little lameys.
Did I mention that we had 10th row seats? Very cool. But not so much when everyone stands during the game. I kept thinking, "Do you people realize how comfortable we would all be if everyone just sat down?" A short person on the 10th row has advantage. A short person standing up with everyone else - not so much. I saw a little less of the game than I'd liked and a lot more of the back sides of the people in front of me, which I didn't.
As Boise State took the field, I thought to myself, "I can't wait to make mincemeat of these guys and shut them up." And of course, that's what we did. I wish I could describe the transformation that took place from the insanity of red at the beginning to the stunned silence and eventual exit of these faithful red and black depressed fans. Of course, we stayed until the very last possible moment, basking in coolness of what just happened.
Once we got to the subway, there were crowds and crowds of people waiting to get on and it took a while. We shoved our way on to a chock full car of red and black, standing room only. Finally, two young men stood and offered Jessica and I their seats. "It's the least we can do, after the way your team whipped us tonight. After that, we should be walking home."
A classy acknowledgment.
I loved Georga and the people there and the trees and the many, many Peach Tree streets, not to mention Piedmont Ave. And of course, the Coca Cola headquarters. Pictures of that and our trip to Stone Mtn. next post.
