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Hate Week 2011: How Our Hate Needs to Translate to the Field

Let's get one thing straight: I hate Florida. It's not just a simple dislike, a harmonious discord, or even a deep, latent enmity. I hate Florida with the fire of a thousand suns being stoked by the fire of an additional thousand suns. In a world where my choices were to cheer for Florida or go blind, I'd start learning Braille. Most of the time, however, I am (relatively) civil while expressing this intense Gator hatred.

For one week a year, though, I allow my hate to come out of the closet and be displayed in its raw, naked form. This is that week.

I hate Florida. You hate Florida. We all hate Florida. Even our players hate Florida. But all those people on Alderaan hated the Empire, too, and that didn't help them much.

Today, I'm examining how we can translate our shared hate of Florida into action on the field.


Other than the obvious, of course. (This picture has been lawya'd)

In the 1990's, we continually lost to Florida because they were demonstrably the better team. They had better players and they had better coaches. I mean, really... Steve Spurrier and Bob Stoops vs. Ray Goff and Joe Kines? It's a wonder the Gators didn't break triple-digits in Sanford Stadium.

For at least the last 10 years, however, Florida has not regularly had a better team than Georgia. For the last 10 years, the primary reason we've lost to them is because their helmets are Sunkist-orange and say "Gators" in cursive writing.

I'm glad I don' t have to play the game, because... and I have to be honest here... I hate Florida so intensely that it clouds my judgement and I can't think straight. Therefore, I need your help. What do we have to do to beat the Gators? How do we translate our collective hate for the Sunshine State Saurians to action on the field?

The one thing I do know is that if we are lucky enough to get a 14-point lead, we'd sure as hell better not let up and get conservative. I don't care if Mike Bobo wants to be merciful.

We do not drill to be merciful here! Mercy is for the weak! Here, in a stadiums, or in the Dome: A team confronts you, they are the enemy! An enemy deserves no mercy!
WHAT IS THE PROBLEM MR. BOBO??


Finish the Drill!

Go Dawgs! Beat Florida!