Hot new facility, great recruiting class, coaching changes, a very smart AD, an opening game in the Dome. However, I am sticking to my position that I am not buying into off season hype this year at all. In fact, all the good news and good work tells me that CMR has less room to wiggle. He darn well better do well – there isn’t much room for excuses. I also can’t find myself overly excited about doing the things we should have been doing in the first place; I find comments like “we can work out our tri’s and chest now” to be embarrassing, not optimistic. I just hope we aren’t in a similar mess again for quite some time. I also trust CMR to get things right when faced with a major obstacle and he rarely lets me down. I trust him to be very prepared for BSU. It is very important we keep this good spirit and momentum going as we don’t want to crush this very special class’s spirit. We need to work them hard and turn them loose.

I will take the general good vibes as we go into “The Winter Of Our Discontent” with a Coke and a smile. A month ago, I really felt a certain hopelessness. Today, things are different. Maybe it’s all I (we) have at the moment, but I do not doubt for a minute that things have taken a positive turn. This will sustain me for the next 7 months. It will have to.

“….Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things.”
                                                                                   -Andy DuFresne

I WANT to be excited about Georgia Football. I really, really, really want to be excited about Georgia Football. I took last season in true Tammy Wynette style and Stood By My Men. I don’t want to feel the way I feel about the state of the program. But I do. I’m as jaded as a 50 something year old spinster with a string of ex-fiances littering the highways and byways of her life. I can’t help it. All these new facilities, new staff, new recruits and adorable puppies are great – but I never was one that preferred icing to cake. Too much sweet, not enough substance. I’m jaded, I’m apprehensive, hell I’m practically terrified of football season starting up again. I want wins dang it, and until I get wins, well I guess I’ll just remain a bridesmaid, not a bride.