I have my very own and I'd guess, somewhat unique story of hate for Florida. As some of you may know, really just Mr. Sanchez and Jman, I'm a freshman in high school. So you may be able to tell how gruesome and cruel it can get. Here it is.

Ever since I started attending my high school, (A.R. Johnson Health Science & Engineering Magnet, in Augusta GA), I've had a problem to deal with. There's a great variety of college football fans, and it ranges from Georgia, Georgia Tech, LSU, Alabama, Florida, and even an Ohio State and Maryland fan. The OSU and Maryland fans berate me for loving UGA, but since they both have had collapsing seasons, I get to return the favor. There is a range of Florida fans that have really beat up on me for liking Georgia, and when Florida wins every year they berate me for hoping UGA wins.

I play the popular sports video game, NCAA Football 12. I've played a Georgia-Florida game about 13 times this past few weeks, and it hasn't been pretty for me. I've won I'd say 2 or 3 of them. In every one, I've never finished strong in the 4th quarter. And that's on All-American difficulty. John Brantley continues to punish me, and my wide receivers continue to fail me by dropping the ball, literally. I haven't got a strong running game, and I'm lucky to hit my receivers when I can. One particular simulation I remember was getting ugly in the 4th quarter. I was making a comeback, but Florida would answer. Each time I score a touchdown, they score one back to bring it back to 10. It got so high up, the final score was Florida winning 70-60. It just never felt right. It felt like I had to make the perfect move, hope my offensive line didn't hold, and break out something big to have a chance to get close.

This past week, I, as several other fellow members of Dawg Sports, witnessed an event. Our creator Kyle, said Florida would win. 42-13. With that, I really thought we'd lose another annual WLOCP. Our own red and black, Kyle, picked Florida to win by that many points. It felt bad to be at the bottom of the chain.

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Today, I played one last simulation of the WLOCP on NCAA Football. I'll give you a nice account of how it went. I won the coin toss. Something I never did wearing the away whites. I deferred, and kicked it off to Florida. Right out of the gate, they started. First play, 11-yard pass for first down. Eight plays later, I found myself on goal line defense, trying to stop them. They ran 4 times. I stopped them. Wow. It felt like I could stand up to them. They kicked a field goal and made it 3-0. When I got the ball back on offense, I fumbled it on the first play. Maybe Georgia isn't all that good at the option after all. So Florida came back with the recovery, and a daunting turnover. With my defense back out there, we stopped them again on our own 20-or-so yard line. Another field goal. 6-0.

With 0:08 left in the half, the score was 9-0. My offense failed horribly, and our defense was solid. They had it on my 18 yard line. I stopped them again. Another field goal. 12-0. At the half, I looked at my stats. Crowell rushed 16 times for 6 yards. Less than 1 yard a carry. Murray was 3-12 with an interception. Georgia was 2 for 8 in 3rd down conversions, but so was Florida. It didn't look good at all, and I didn't feel good, and what confidence that was there was now lost. I don't own a truck.

I received the kickoff. It came back to the same problem, just their defense being more solid than mine. Again. 4 and out. With 6:29 left in the quarter, score 15-0, I was on offense. Nothing felt right. I was sacked on 2nd and 1. Until a hail mary on 3rd and 15, to Tavarres King. For the first time, I was in the red zone, about to score. I ran a few times, and was stopped. On 3rd and Goal, I decided to run play action to Charles. Wide open he was. Georgia finally scored. Georgia scored the first touchdown of the game. Holy crap. It was then 15-7 Florida. My defense was solid as a brick wall after then. On 4th and 3, I expected UF to go for it. They didn't. On the punt, a 2 yard return, I felt energy. I ran down the field, and Crowell was busting out big runs of 9, 10 yards at a time. Next thing I know, I'm on Florida's 32 yard line. Jesus, I have a chance. But I failed. Crowell failed. A screen pass failed. And I kicked a field goal. 15-10 Florida.

In the 4th with 4:37 left, I was there for one more drive. I was passing well, down the field, and was on Florida's 10 yard line. And I threw to Orson Charles. TOUCHDOWN. That made it 16-15, but I wanted to be aggressive. Two points would give me a 3-point lead, or bust would make it 1 point. And on a slant in route to King, threw it up, and I threw it high. And caught. For 2 points. 18-15. I had done what I never did. I came back against Florida. In perserverance, and strategy, I outlasted the Gators. I shut them down 4 and out. And, instead of taking a knee, I threw a hail mary, just to piss them off. It was incomplete, but I didn't care. Then, I returned the favor to Urban Meyer. I called a timeout. 18-15 Dawgs win.

That was dash 1 of hope. After seeing all the blogs and websites predict Georgia would win, that's dash 2 of hope. After seeing all the non-hate on Alligator Army, that's dash 3 of hope. And I have my Georgia eye black. That's dash 4 of hope. That's right, I have my eye black.