1997. Definitely not because we lost but because of the hatred it fueled inside me for all things UGA. My girlfriend (now wife) had scored us some last minute tickets, unfortunately surrounded by Dwags high in the nosebleeds.
As stated in other threads, I’m bigger than your average Gator fan at 6’6”, about 275 at the time. What I haven’t stated is that I wasn’t what anyone would describe as a happy drunk. Far from it actually. And I was not in the best mood to begin the 3rd quarter, when we were all standing to see the play on the South Endzone.
It was at this point Grandma Clampitt- I swear she was no more than 95 lbs and no less than 80 years old, standing behind me, grabbed me in an effort to choke me out screaming “Sit your Ass down, Boy!” Now, I have never and would like to think I will never strike a woman no matter the circumstance. I just had to put up with it, and gently as possible removed this geezer from my collar.
Something changed in me that day. I learned true hatred for all things Dwag, and I’m better for it.