If I could punch Athens, Georgia in the face right now for becoming such a lame city, I would be more than happy to lose a few classy points in order to get a good swing in. I've been more than pleased with the 706 area code for my last 18 years of faithful citizenship but I'll be damned, looks like nineteen is NOT my number. There was so much potential for this year too: a new beautiful apartment in the Exchange, a semi-fresh football line-up, our hard-earned ranking as the -NUMBER ONE- party school in the nation and my wise decision to be a fighting goose versus a soaring eagle. Turns out... the Exchange is "not the dorm," but sure as hell makes you wish you lived in one. Our boys lost to the Cocks and therefore forced me to see Steve Spurrier happy---GAG. Our #1 party ranking is about as worth while as a 15 year old DD seeing that you can barely cough downtown without being in handcuffs now. And last but not least, thank you Gainesville for proving to me that going to a small school does in fact make it like a repeat of high school. Is now the right time to say I wish I would've made the 3 hour trek to the Statesboro city limits?? Thanks Athens, looks like you just can't hang with the big dogs after all.
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