Watched the Auburn-Georgia game Saturday night at Buffalo Wild Wings in Alabaster, AL, where there were a good many AU fans and a few Georgia fans. Georgia fans who forgot where they were at. It really doesn’t bother me that much, being an Alabama fan, but you’ve got to think of it this way: I live with an Auburn fan (my wife got her Master’s Degree there), and I work with AU fans. They’re all around me, and we rib each other and trade jabs, but the key is that they’re all right here. It’s one of the things that makes the rivalry so great, and it means that, though they are rivals, their fans are my brothers and sisters, and that’s kind of how I think of AU. Like a little brother who I fight with constantly and totally don’t get along with at all. I talk bad about him all the time because we pretty much can’t stand one another, but you know what happens if someone else decides to take liberty with him? Yeah: it’s on. Nobody messes with our own, especially in the South. Auburn is kind of like that little brother. Sure, he’s ugly, slow, fat, and dumb, but he’s my brother, and while it’s perfectly okay for me to knock his lights out every now and then it is in no way cool for anyone else to.
Georgia fans: You’re on notice. I’ve lived in Tuscaloosa and I know how you are. I’ve rarely had a good experience with a Georgia fan, and I can’t think of another school I can say that about. But if you want to start screaming at my little brother and kicking him when he’s down, well, my tolerance level ended Saturday night, and it was close to ending that Saturday in T-Town when a group of GA fans walked through the mall snickering, hooting, and making asses of themselves. And this wasn’t a group of students, no, this was a group of full-grown adults, who should have known better.
If I ever come to your town for a game I’ll probably wear my colors, but I’m not going to go into a public place and show my ass. I wish the Georgia fans I’ve met in the past would give us the same respect. I’m sure there are good Georgia fans. I’m one of those guys who believes, essentially, that every fan base is the same more or less, and that they’ve all got good along with the bad. But it’s personal experience that really counts, right? And the only experience I’ve got with Georgia fans is a handful of buttholes who need to act like grown ups.
If you’re at the game, let her rip. Go to town, scream til you’re heart’s content. But not everybody who lives in Tuscaloosa is a football fan, and a lot of people that go to the mall on a Saturday are just there because they need something. There’s a time and a place for everything. Learn the time, learn the place, and then get back to me.
