My Narrative: A Volunteer To Face My Bulldog?

Many of you attend the UGA football games and the last thing you need is a recap of the latest game from the other side of the world, but guess what? I'm giving it anyways (plus, I need to add a post)....so sorry to those non-Dawg fans, but somehow I feel my absence gains me the privilege of sharing my support, as you know how die-hard I am for my alma mater. That said, GO DAWGS! This is how the night began (be prepared, it's full of pointless details!)... After dining on salad and beer bread with the other ladies I have frequent company with, we settled into our jammies and flipped on "Fever Pitch" -without the Asian subtitles- and downed some chocolate chip cookies I had baked earlier that afternoon. At some point during the movie, I popped my Tylenol PMs to knock me out hopefully sooner than later. Remember, I had a 3:30 AM game to prepare for! (Speaking of Tylenol PM, why do they call it that? Sure you take it in the PM, but don't you take it so you sleep through the wee hours of the AM, too? Just a thought.) So back to the game. Come 10:30, I had returned home and snuggled into a nice comatose state, and then the phone rang. It was none other than my brother calling to say, Gooooooo Dawgs!!!, at which point I was more than happy to receive the call. No need to mention that I haven't talked with him in a few weeks. We know what's important: Football. As I said my goodbye and hung up the phone, I quickly fell back into slumber until about 3:10 AM. And then: GAMETIME! My alarm beeped, I sprang from my bed, pulled on my UGA t-shirt, grabbed my UGA blanket, and was out the door in a flash. While the rest of the country (and my roomate, who went to a school that shall not be named) were unconscious, I headed over to the guy's place to watch my Bulldogs in action. Matt, Trum, and David already had breakfast on the counter when I arrived. I poured myself some coffee, grabbed my eggs and bacon, and plopped onto the couch, ready to cheer each and every play. Boy, what a game! Minimal penalties (a rarity if you know the Dawgs at all), amazing defense, stellar special teams, and another big W on the road again, not to mention the thrill of the heated look on Pumpkin Phil's face! Three cups of Starbucks Sumatra with French Vanilla Coffeemate later, my boys had rolled through Neyland Stadium for the third time in a row. Somewhere towards the beginning of the fourth quarter all I saw were an awful lot of Volunteers to leave and go home. What? No one wants to stick around and see the Dawgs set loose from the pound? The road-cone orange-clad were conquered by the barking Bulldog Nation -whom I've determined must surely be the Chosen People, and Athens, the Promised Land. Oh the passion. So, after swapping high-fives with all the guys, I shuffled back home, as the darkness gave way to morning light, with a silly smile on my face and my eyes barely open. I fell into my comfy warm bed and dreamt happy dreams of Red and Black for the rest of the morning; What a night! I don't care if you think I'm a nerd for writing this. Some call it obsession, I call it rock-solid commitment...which now brings to mind Ben from "Fever Pitch" and his beloved Red Sox (of whom I am also a fan, right after the Braves, of course). So it comes full circle, you see. Ok, I'm not that much of a fanatic. Or am I? All I know is that I was born to be a Georgia Bulldog, and yes, my friends, it's great to be one.
Aside: By the way, I didn't get to go to the zoo the other day due to rain, but will post that as soon as I get the chance to go play with the fuzzy cuddly Pandas.
Back to Gameday, I realize there's still over half the season to go, but I am confident and faithful that there's still a lot of good to come. Whoever said you have to be at every game to be a great fan? I'm waking up in the middle of the night to show my support. So, come on, don't be shy...who's with me??? Look at how cute Uga VI is!!! SIC' EM! Woof! Woof! Woof!