I’m the antI-establishment CFB guy. Always pulling for the underdog. Hating on all my friends favorite teams, etc.
I came of age in the mid 80s, clearly recalling all the UGA love and bull****tery that went on 80-84 or so. Was old enough to start falling in love with the game itself because I played, but still not knowing anything else about the teams and players except my dad’s rage at Steve Bartkowski on Sundays, and Herschel and the Dawgs. I didn’t watch the games in the 80s much. Better stuff to do involving guns, 3-wheelers, and this new thing about girls that completely dominated my interest, you guys know the story. Yada yada. But nothing made my stomach churn as bad as seeing a fully grown man riding down a one stoplight town side street barking like a dog. As in yelling “woof woof woof” to anyone within earshot. I made it my mission about 1982 to forever be happy with a UGA loss, just to shut these fools up and say “Nyah Nyah” to my Georgia alumni relatives (that I didn’t like anyway). As the years wore on, these types of people became even more unbearable. So I was a de-facto Tech fan because I came to hate UGA to such a great degree. GT slowly became my preferred team because of the occasional wins over UGAg and the fact they were also located in Georgia, regardless of the complete disconnect between me and that school (at the time). Had nothing in common with GT really except UGA hate, but so did Auburn and Florida. Later I became interested in Engineering as a possible college major and profession?
In 1990 for some weird reason my dad and I started watching all the GT football games. Nothing to set it off after a few wins, but they were on a lot and we just decided to watch them all. Perhaps he saw in me a GT future e cause of my engineering interest and was pushing me there, IDK. i have a lot of memories of me and dad, but one thing I will alway have is us watching every last second of GT v UVA that year. He insisted that evening that of all the football he has ever watched, that was the best goal line defense he had ever seen. That game sealed the deal for me. As if it hadn’t been before 8 years prior.
I arrived summer of 1991 in Towers Hall. There was a 1990 National Football Championship poster laying on my dorm room desk that I think I still have somewhere.
He returned of course but wasn't to happy with the games outcome.