Somehow, in the backs of our minds, we knew it would come down this. The season, which was suppose to be "our season", literally hangs in balance week after week just waiting to be derailed. Sure, we could have prevented this, had we taken care of business against Gamecocks or the Broncos. But it just was not meant to be. Every game is now a must win game, no matter who it is against or how our recent history has fared. Maybe it's fate that now, on October 29th, seasons, hopes, futures and careers all hang in the balance against our most hated rival. Somehow we knew it would come to this.
I'm 28 years old. For literally seventy-five percent of my life, the Florida Gators have dominated this series. And to be honest, I don't remember all that much from the first seven years of life...so, it's fair to say that for as long as I can remember, my team has been completely bitchmade in this series. I know in some nebulous way that we hold the historical win-loss record...much in the same nebulous way that I know one million dollars exists, even though I've never personally seen it. But much like liberty, history is never more than a generation away from being forgotten or lost.
Eight months ago, the Afghan Dawg family welcomed a new member, a little girl. Our first child. I want her to have the best of everything from the house we live in, to the food she eats, to the clothes she wears. I want her to grow up in a world free from war, hate and injustice. I love that little girl. I want her to have a better life than I had. She deserves better. And despite all the wrongs on this planet, I still believe that we live in a just society. A society that rewards loyalty. That values charity and compassion. A world that refuses to let our children have less than their parents had. In short, I believe we live in a society which refuses allow such a wonderful little girl to grow up in a world where the Florida Gators are King.
So, even though it might be ill-advised, I have to believe in our team. Not for my sake, not for the sake of those of us who know all too well how bad this could turn out. No, I have to believe for the next generation. I have to believe that they'll have it better. My little Afghan Dawg Puppy deserves better. And on Saturday, I have to believe that she'll get what she deserves. I have to believe that when she's my age, she'll know we hold the all-time win-loss record, not because she read it in some stat book...but because she lived it first hand.
My Prediction: Georgia 42, Florida 21