This is the week that is circled all year on my calendar. The week when the loyal denizens of the University of Georgia make the trek to our lone outpost in enemy territory and meet the fans of that power of darkness known as the University of Florida. Our teams will be locked in mortal combat on Saturday. And until then, it is our job to prepare the way by being locked in the throes of borderline-mortal alcohol consumption and partying.
We have another rivalry that's called Clean Old-Fashioned Hate, and that's all well and good. This week, however, isn't clean, and it isn't old-fashioned (though it is a tradition going back to 1904). It's just hate. Dirty, stinkin', drankin', sweatin'... hate.
This is Florida week. THIS IS HATE WEEK. Therefore, I'm letting the following people know that, for Hate Week, 2012, You're On Notice, Dawg!
In no particular order:
What? You expected logical analysis? Dawg, please. This is hate week. I hate Florida with the fire of a thousand suns being fueled by the fire of an additional thousand suns. In this week, I am not capable of rational thought. I am only capable of hating Florida. Which I do. With gusto.
With that said, however, I also have to say this: Look, y'all, we're going to lose on Saturday. You'd probably better steel yourself against that reality right now. For the purposes of this week leading up to the game, though, that simply doesn't matter.
Florida is evil. And evil must be opposed at every turn.
I hate Florida, you hate Florida, and every good and decent Georgia Bulldogs fan should hate Florida with every fiber of their being.
I will have more venom to spew as hate week progresses. Just know this: Like the 600 in Tennyson's Light Brigade, we must fearlessly charge into the mouth of Hell. Ours is not to make reply, Ours is not to reason why, Ours is but to do and die.