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Athens
September 27, 2008
“This game is terrible,” Channing said. She leaned drunkenly on her girlfriend. “Mary Elizabeth, make it better.”
I laughed hysterically. Channing and I had gotten way too hammered, pregaming all day for the Georgia–Alabama blackout game. We’d gotten up at the ass c***k of dawn to get on College GameDay and progressively gotten more intoxicated all day, waiting for the night game to start. And now, we were losing.
More than ninety thousand people in the stadium, the first official use of Georgia’s black uniforms, everyone screaming our heads off, and none of it mattered. Alabama was still running over us. It was embarrassing. If I didn’t love my team so much, I might have left after it started to look bleak. Worse than that, Cole looked terrible. Completel
