Your cell phone is blowing up because everyone wants to know what time you’re picking them up. You wipe some sweat off your brow as you pass through the living room and suddenly you’re stopped cold in your tracks because Lee Corso is talking about your team and you can’t miss a word of it.
Then Lou Holtz comes on the screen and you immediately go back to what you were doing.
You’ve run through your mental check list for about the one hundredth time, and now you finally feel comfortable about getting in the car. You start the engine and then realize that the reason you felt like you were forgetting something is because you did—the tickets.
You wave goodbye to the wife (tickets now in hand) and your idiot neighbor, a Michigan State alumnus, waves back at you because he thought you were waving at him. Who cares anyway? He’s got an exciting day of yard work ahead of him.
You’re now on the highway, and a feeling comes over you like you were just released from indentured servitude. Home is in the rear view mirror, and glory lies ahead. This is, after all, SEC football.
Forget Christmas—this is the most wonderful time of the year.
Now, I’ve heard many people in the Pac-10 criticize the SEC by saying that the only reason they aren’t as fanatic about their football games is because the West Coast is the hub of entertainment in America, and there are just “so many other things to do.”
You know what? We’re OK with that.
You guys can have Paris, Britney (well, technically Britney is our fault), and Lindsay all to yourselves.
We’ll take college football!
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