"My God, a Freshman!"

Dear 8lb, 9oz, sometimes serious Jesus in the manger,

Little leader, we’re coming to you today with a different sorta prayer. While of course our eyes are always set on the W, (AGAIN AGAINST SOME MORE DANG TIGERS, if I may say so) we need a little TLC for our boys this week, Jesus.

Bulldogs remember the first time we set foot in Heaven, Jesus. On Earth, we call it Athens. And we remember marching miles in heels, hammered, calling out about who’s coming down the track. And we remember our first tailgate on North Campus, and how we were darn sure we’d never find a better place to call home. The moment you know you’re a Georgia Bulldog, Jesus, you are forever changed.

We remember our first trip to Jacksonville. If you’re me, on a bus with ALL of the drunk fraternity boys, some of whom are still my most favorite people on the planet. We remember being so wasted before a night game against Auburn that we were sure we’d never make it, but we did. We think about the moment when everyone realizes you’re going to win a too-close game against Tennessee and you hug a complete stranger in the stands. In that moment, you understand why we call it the Bulldog Nation.

We reflect on the players we have loved along the years! And some we love less now, David Pollock you filthy traitor!

*Ahem*

When you’re a Bulldog, the sound of Larry Munson’s voice does somethin’ to you.  Standing in Sanford Stadium on a perfect Saturday afternoon in Fall is better than the best thing you can think of. And the song leading us into the 4^th sometimes makes us choked up, but we just pretend our bleary eyes are drunk, because there’s no crying  in football.

But there is. Our ever-stoic coach shed tears, Jesus! When things like last week happen, and the week before, and all of the weeks where a Bulldog has fallen, you feel it! And your heart hurts. You worry for your team, not a National title. (Ok, a National title a little, but go with me on this, Jesus.) Georgia Bulldogs everywhere are worried, Jesus, and we need your help!

Watch over us today, lordlet. Loran said it best when he said Larry would love this team’s heart. I believe Larry is up there with you, Jesus, so maybe you could talk to him some about why this year’s Georgia team is so incredibly special. Keep it safe! And if in the interim we could whoop some Tiger tails, that would also be muchly appreciated.

In your grown man football playin’ name we pray,

Amen.

AND GO DAWGS!