It’s been 12 weeks since the Georgia football team won the College Football Playoff Championship, and I’m still not over it.
Honestly, I don’t think I will be anytime soon. I’m not sorry about it and I’m sure not about to apologize for it.
You know how when you’ve been waiting for something for a really, really long time like your entire life? And you keep hoping year after year that that one thing will happen? Maybe you even make a few birthday wishes for it. You definitely send up more than a few prayers.
And then you come just close enough so many times that you don’t think your broken heart can hope again. But of course it does because hope is innately a part of the fabric of your soul. You know that feeling?
Georgia football fans should still be riding the national championship wave 12 weeks later.
And then that thing you’ve waited and hoped for so long finally happens. It’s not only perfect, but it’s everything you’ve dreamed and hoped for and more.
You don’t just get over something like that.
For me, that’s the equivalent of Georgia winning their first national championship in 41 years, something I’ve never seen before in my life. You don’t get over something like that anytime soon.
So excuse me while I enjoy every single minute of my team being the reigning national champ.
Am I still unashamedly using #GoDawgs on every. single. slightly Georgia related tweet I post because I love seeing the Power “G” next to it? Yes, yes I am.
All the 1980 jokes and nightmare losses to Alabama have been replaced by a 4th quarter beat down that’s the stuff of dreams. Adonai Mitchell’s touchdown catch lives rent free in my head and I don’t care.
That record breaking, quite possibly once in a lifetime defense? Yeah, I’m still fangirling about it.
What was that about defense not winning championships anymore and not being able to keep up with the new offenses? Because last time I checked, defense is still king and holding the trophy.
Fast forward 30 years to me all “Well back in my day, I saw a defense that rarely even let the other team cross midfield let alone score a touchdown.” I rarely say something is epic but let’s be real — that defense was EPIC.
And don’t even get me started on starting quarterback Stetson Bennett IV. You know the Mailman who delivered one of the greatest walk-on, underdog, Cinderella stories in the history of sports? The two time offensive MVP in the playoffs? The guy that everyone said couldn’t do it? (Disclaimer: This girl said he could ALL season so step back non-believers).
Yep, still not over it.
Breaking a 41 year title drought with the perfect combination of a walk-on quarterback, an epic defense, and a team with so much heart and love for Georgia that it can’t even be measured?
Not over it. And honestly, I never will be. You can’t write a story better than that and I want remember and soak up every single minute of it.
I have so many articles pulled up and pictures and clips saved to my phone that it’s not even funny. I have more national championship photos of Georgia on my phone than I do pictures of my family at Christmas. I have so many bookmarks from this season and that game in Indy that I don’t even know where they all are. I just click on random links and get surprised.
Do I want to hear Scott Howard scream “touchdown” over and over or “Señor Ringo”? Is this Chris Fowler Kelee Ringo or Titanic Kelee Ringo? Georgia’s official play by play of the interception or the Spanish version?
Better yet, I just watch them all. Going from “My Heart Will Go On” to “Demons be gone” gets me all up in my feelings and I don’t care. I even have the SEC Network’s tribute with all the past heartaches while the ball is in the air before Ringo catches it if I’m in the mood for some catharsis. And if I really want to cry, I watch all the fans’ reactions that mirrored my own at that moment.
That is one of the greatest plays in Georgia football history, and I still share it almost every Monday with no shame. I’ve watched the fourth quarter almost once every week since January 10th and it has yet to lose its thrill. I don’t know how much money I spent and continue to spend on championship gear and memorabilia, and I literally do not care — 10/10 would do it all over again.
There are no regrets. Because when that thing, that moment that you’ve been waiting and hoping and praying for, for so long finally happens, you don’t just get over it. And whether you love it or hate it, frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Because for the first time in 41 years, the Dawgs are national champs and we’re not going anywhere.