Georgia Tech Fan
Freshman year, maybe a week or so into the quarter. Was from out of state, so I had no prior experience with mutts. It was Saturday evening after the Tech game. There used to be a fairly low rent steakhouse up on Spring Street called Johnny Reb’s. A group of us went there after the game looking for a cheap dinner. We were seated and noticed a few feet away a guy sitting in a booth by himself. He was unusual in that he was wearing a screaming red sport jacket and he was face down passed out in his food. He would occasionally rear up and yell “Do it Dawgs” and then collapse back into his plate. What was really funny were the French fries and ketchup stuck all over his face. Apparently he had gotten drunk at the Georgia game that day and somehow found his way back to Atlanta.