As soon as the the game ended things were in a total raucus at my house. We were jumping up and down screaming in a mosh pit. Then in a fit of spontaneity, I ran down my stairs and out to the front porch and ripped my GT flag pole out of its pinnings and ran with it up and down my street waving it wildly and screaming. I made a special point to stop in front of every house with a UGA flag hanging in front. One unlucky gentleman was fortunate enough to be walking out of his garage and into his front yard. He just shook his head at me, slumped his shoulders, and walked back inside. I'm pretty sure I didn't make any new friends in the neighborhood yesterday.