Countdown to G-Day

The G-Day game is tomorrow and nearly everything is in readiness.  

This morning, I started gathering together everything I would need for this Saturday's trek to Athens.  

2005 S.E.C. championship cap?  Check.  

Clean red shirt?  Check.  

In fact, as I was getting ready to leave for work this morning, I reminded my wife, Susan, that we would need to do a red and black laundry load this evening in order to ensure that we all had fresh game day attire ready for the festivities.  

Elizabeth Hurley chose wisely when she decided to wear a red bikini to the G-Day game, but a 2005 S.E.C. championship cap would have been a better hat choice.  Also, they might let her bring that apple with her, but I'm almost positive snakes aren't allowed in Sanford Stadium.  

When I stressed the importance of preparing for the G-Day game as though it were a conference showdown, Susan reminded me that it was just the spring scrimmage.  

Her implication was that, because this is merely an exhibition game, it is of no real consequence.  I took the opposite view.  

"I know it's just the spring game," I explained.  "That's why it's so important.  Can you imagine how devastating it would be if we lost?"  

Such is the duality of the G-Day game:  everything that happens is both encouraging and discouraging.  If Joe T. completes a long touchdown pass, hey, the offense looks great . . . but, man, our secondary has me worried.  If Thomas Brown is bottled up in the backfield and tackled for a loss, wow, that defensive front looks tough . . . but, dang, our offensive line is thin.  

It's the yin and yang of life.  It's the G-Day game.  I'll see y'all at the Arch around 9:00.  

Go 'Dawgs!