Cocktail Party (a poem by HV)

Cocktail Party (a poem by HV)

Copyright (C) 2006-8 Hanish Vance

This is what it comes down to

This and Auburn

But this sets up the Auburn game

For the Auburn game to be truly huge, the Dawgs have to win this game

Every Year…And, we have won it exactly 2 of the last 16 godforsaken years

Our Quarterback is a soon-to-be brilliant freshman

Theirs:  

A senior

They have an unstoppable running Quarterback to bring in to change it up,

Also a freshman

The White Bull I like to call him, Tebow. It will be Tebow vs. our guy for around the next 3 years, but our guy arrived early because our senior got hurt, and then could not get it done. Theirs could. He starts

The White Bull plays too, but their senior starts. Our freshman will play the whole game

Back to us: Who are we?

An offense without an identity, prone to drops, turnovers, low point production, questionable shotgun draw hand-offs, at questionable times! We Lost to VANDY!

Yet, we are in this game.

The Gators have been beaten once already, could have dropped more games.

We are 6-2; they are 6-1.

We are the Nation’s oldest chartered Public University. We Are Georgia! Our record against them in football is very good…just not in the past 16 years.

My whole damn adult life, I am only 36.

I did not start college, at Georgia, until I was twenty

Do the math – Do the math…

 18 my senior year 19 my year I never went, that wasted, lovely year

Then 20…Georgia…DawgsFan…We drop 14 of 16 to the Gators

And through every loss, I get the same sick feeling in the pit of my belly:

Losing,

Momentum Slipping…missed chances

The Agony of the other side cheering

The disappointment: Pain

When we won 2 years ago – we lost last year – but 2 years ago, at home, in Marietta, watching, with Johnny and August, we were not overjoyed:

Just relieved Greene and Pollack beat them once, during a good run

Because when the sun finally set

When you felt that beach breeze, that river breeze, if you were there

 And the lights were on…and the stadium glowed, in person or on TV, and…it was a House of Horrors, a Florida FreakFest, at our expense

It was a sickening, sinking feeling

Especially in person, like this year

This was a year – like only two others so far – I would be down there

First time: Me. And Johnny, Dawgs not good, Gators great, and they crushed us

The second time, we ended up 13 and 1, number 3 in the country, and we dropped a touchdown, we threw a pick 6, and we lost…again

Is it really great to be a Gator Hater?

Yes, especially, if we win

If not, Cocktail Party

World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party, and friends, and Amelia Island, and girls, and excitement, and adult beverages, and rushing, surging, cheering,

Bouncing up–and–down, barking, laughing, Go Dawgsing, but, when the lights come on, if we are exposed, again, and lose again, I will get that sick feeling. Someone will say, “You should have expected this.” I will say,

 I did.”