Gotta admit, I'm incredibly jealous of UKO right now. He's been waiting for this moment all year, and now he's probably sitting around with all of his closest, lifelong friends just basking in the glory. Totally surrounded by like-minded, diehard fans who dream of moments like this from the time they're old enough to remember. His dear friends are sharing stories about attending games as little children, sitting on Papaw's lap being taught the intricacies of the game, listening to games on the radio of their parents '74 Buick while driving the famed Tobacco Road. They're reminiscing on the years spent on campus as students, taking their fandom to a whole new level, celebrating their every day of matriculation while enjoying the education, the dormitories, the student activities, and doing it all right there in the middle of America's greatest public university. He's exchanging handed-down stories from his elders, about the great players whose memories have faded, but those who saw them in action decades ago regale about their accomplishments, harkening back on days gone by with precise reverence as if it occurred just days ago. They're popping open long held bottles of their favorite swill, stored for years and years just for the most appropriate occasion. And mistake not, tonight is the occasion. They probably went thru their old clothes from their younger days, laughing as they try to squeeze into their vintage threads to commemorate the big game. Will this threadbare old shirt from Worthy's sophomore year still fit? I don't know, but it's got good luck written all over it. It's an omen. What a night he and his friends will have, and if only we could be so lucky as to take in the championship game with such fond acquaintances.
Nah, I'm just playin'. He's probably sitting at B-Dubs by himself like a stupid fat old loser.