Funny story. I am a Mid-West transplant who moved to NE Georgia with my family, as a teenager. Everything at my high school was “how ‘bout them dawgs” every Monday, all throughout fall. I grew to hate the dawgs, quite quickly. When I discovered that (a) I was a science nerd, and (b) there was an Institute in Georgia tha was custom-built for science nerd who hated (u)GA, I was all in.
Turns out my Grandpa (who I never met; he died over a decade before I was born)—an uneducated coal miners—was a big GT fan, I guess back in the Heisman era. In the stories my Mom and Grandma told me (after i chose to go to Tech) he loved to come home rip-roaring drunk in the evening, after a hard day’s work, singing the “Ramblin Wreck” song.