Before we cap off this thread(although I wish we could keep it alive for 365), please allow me to share a few sights and sounds the television does not give you wonderful Tech brethren....
1)Yes they have their nasty bunch/bunches. Some are actually civil and speak in civility tongue.
2)Remind me to go back to the second part of #1, in the future. I did find several on this trip. The majority started the conversation with me.
3)As we approached the fourth quarter and the suds hit the brain or what was left of it for the group in row 43 behind us...they cheered everything going on, woofing, barking, foaming through their mouths and noses...I heard, "it's so great to win this". I noticed our buddy in row 40 with the Clint Castleberry sweater was no longer looking back to high five us and Junior was looking a little peeked, gloomy...I kept thinking remember what we did in 17 seconds last time, remember Roddy and the third quarter, remember Jack Williams on a QB sneak at Grant Field(when we only called it that name and Bobby Dodd was still "kicking")....then a little while after that prayer, all hell started breaking loose in Hell. I know you know the rest of the story. Here is my ending when the clock went blank. I hugged Junior out in the aisle, yes all three of us could have cared less if they had a fire Marshall in the snake pit. Junior almost tackled me into a woman trying to escape with her older child. I looked over at the row 43 crew and said "it's over now and feels great to win". I usually have more class, but let's just say it has to do with the crowd you keep over in Sanford & Son. They yell right in your hearing ear on purpose all game long. Toss crap on you, even some from the pig they caught on Friday night at the shindig. One moron yelled at BFL, Jr., what is that now 3-13 against us? I told him, let's make our way over to the band now. It's time, before they become unhinged or is it called aftershock?
4)The win felt wonderful, especially watching the GT players, GT fans, faces of the opposition after remembering how they tore apart our place and stuck that red flag on our 50 yard line. The score, including Butker's extra point was sweet music to this soul of mine. I predicted 28-18, Tech, on the Hive. So what if we gave them an extra 9 points? Better this way. Not for our hearts, but for those faces of gloom!