Everyone Dawg fan has one. That one team that you can't stand and would rather watch burn to the ground and piss on the ashes than to see your team even beat them one more time.

For me, that team is Georgia Tech.

GT and I have never had a good relationship. My extended family is split right down the middle with my Dad's side being all UGA and my Mom's side being all GT. That being said, the only real reason my Mom's side was all GT was because my cousin Roger pitched with Kevin Browne way back in the day for GT's baseball team. Around those years it was not uncommon for me to have a GT sweater or cap, which I will admit I wore, but I knew where my heart lied all along.

Moving through the ranks of elementary and middle school came high school and the high school crush that beat all others...Kelly. We were together for 3 years and her older brother went to GT, so again, I had to put loyalty aside to keep the home happy.

Then UGA...oh fucking shit UGA. That first semester was hell on me. The town was too big, I didn't know a soul but the other folks up there from Perry, and Kelly and I were no longer. It blew. But then we played Georgia Tech after Thanksgiving and my disdain for Georgia Tech began and my love of UGA was solidified forever.

I was walking off the field after a decent show (I can't remember what it was, but I was at Bobby Dodd Stadium so I'm sure at least 1 person out of the 15,000 there remembers) and at that time the far endzone was that atrocious looking building with the big inflatable Buzz in the corner. And of course, there were those calculator humping, social life devoid, ass-hats down there with the pom pom's and the girls...that looked like men.

We're walking by and one of them decides to say "Fucking UGA Band Nerds."

I didn't like it.

I let him know.

He didn't agree with what I said.

A debate ensued.

I would've choked the life out of that kid had I been able to, but cooler heads (and five other people) prevailed over my temper that day.

But we weren't done.

As my parents and I were walking back to the car (the Redcoats did NOT go back in one unit that year...subsequently the last year that happened), we had bottle rockets, beer bottles, and other shit thrown at us only to see streaks of piss yellow and blue running like hell through the trees once they knew they'd be spotted. However, the worst was when about 3 Tech fuckers attacked a Redcoat girl about 300 yards in front of us and ripped shit off of her uniform. By the time my Dad and I got there, it was too late. She was very visibly upset and they were gone.

That shit was like an atom bomb going off inside me.

The next next year we were back at Tech (noticing a pattern here?) and just about the same thing happened, but this time, mother fuckers, we won the game and rubbed it in your useless faces the whole fucking time. Verron Haynes ran all over your asses like unforgiving steamroller of Red and Black and y'all had no chance. You couldn't stop us with a signed letter from Congress. We were out for domination and I let every one of you nerds know it. And I loved every second of it. However, walking back to the car (as one large group of Redcoats), some dipshit Techie decided he was way too smart for the band and tried to drive through the mass. He bumped into one person and then caught about 40 banging on his windows begging for him to come out and play. Blood in the water, mother fuckers, blood in the water.

However, the best story to back up my pure and utter hatred for Georgia Tech lies in my last year in Redcoats. On one of the coldest days I've ever been witness to, and my last regular season game as a Redcoat, I walked off the field to a Jim Beam and Coke cup all over my body. I fucking lost it. Don't believe me? Ask B@wcum who did one helluva job in calming me down. After it happened, I saw him laugh (and who knows if it was actually him) and that was it. Pure hell raged on inside of me, but unfortunately cooler heads (and probably 10 people...no shit) prevailed. However, I think the same guy got his ass kicked later on in the game by some UGA fan who'd had enough.

Ah, memories.

By the advise of Beer Pong, that concludes part one of "Why I hate Georgia Tech." Please tune in soon for part two, which is soley based on commentary.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.