Highs and lows

This weekend was a study in extremes. On Saturday my Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets put up an absolutely piss poor performance against a 2-4 Div II team. It was ugly. It was one of those games where you scratch your head and wonder if the third string quarterback is on scholarship.

It was one of those games where you see that an offensive scheme like the Triple Option Flexbone needs the correct style of athlete to run it. I hope that in the future after Coach Paul Johnson actually starts the recruiting that I won't cringe at the prospect of the third string QB. Especially if he is a 5th year senior who I have never even heard of. His timing errors threw of Dwyer and every pass he threw was at least five yards short.

While a win is always nice I don't enjoy having that much suspense against a Div II team. I don't want to have to see a blocked field goal to seal the win. I want to see a four TD stomping. If the team plays this lackluster against a hungry Clemson team I'm going to be very depressed next Saturday at 4 pm. I'll just have to hope Shaw (concussion) or Nesbitt (sprained hammy) are ready to go at noon Saturday.

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However, on Sunday the Falcons were dealing with a team many thought were better. The excitement level in the dome was huge. So huge that some dude who must have been off his meds that was sitting next to me was being a huge jackass to the Bears fans in our section. He was loud and actually insane. He thought people were talking back to him when the were just trying their best to ignore him.

Kuro has a theory that I attract crazy people. I'm not sure he is wrong. After halftime crazy dude didn't come back but the lady behind me threatened to "jump through me" during the Falcon's goal line stand because she thought I was a Bears fan because I was wearing a blue hat. That was one of the more intelligible things she said.

Once again that game proved why you shouldn't leave before the last second ticks off the clock. Many Bears fans left when Norwood ran the ball back to the 20 and barring failure the drive would end in a two score difference in the teams. But Elam missed his kick.

Then when the Bears made the last second drive and punched in a touchdown with 11 seconds left. A large contingent of "fans" left their seats and left. The squib kick was returned near midfield the Falcons had 6 seconds to do something. Do something they did when Matt Ryan hit Michael "Stone Hands No Longer" Jenkins on a bench route with one second left. Elam redeemed himself and sealed the win and the whole place erupted.

Random strangers were high fiving each other in the hallways. Everybody was screaming and cheering while exiting the building. It was a rush. It was hitting your one outer on the river. The noise was deafening while going down the ramps.

Then something happened. The event coordinator for the Georgia Dome fucked us. They were supposed to be handing out John Abraham figurines to the first 10,000 fans and everybody who had a voucher was crowding the table to try and redeem the vouchers.

It was a clusterfuck. All the goodwill and excitement drained from the crowd. What could have been handled easily by anyone with common sense or logistics training would have pointed out that putting the table right next to the bottom of two ramps in front of the exits would cause congestion. That only having one person handing out the figurines would slow the pace down to a deadly crawl.

It was a mob scene directly in front of the exit. It was a fire hazard so the police cleared the building. The mob formed multiple orderly lines outside every door at gate C. Then the event coordinator opened one door and the mob reformed around that door. By that time everybody was unruly and pissed that they were missing the later games.

All this for what has to be a repainted Hulk doll. Instead of it commemorating a huge win for a team that nobody respected at the beginning of the year, I will only think of the 45 minutes of my life that they wasted. I'm still surprised I haven't seen any on Ebay yet.

I'm not sure if it was adrenaline crash, a flu bug, or the fact that I ate Taco Mac but it started to go downhill from there. I got home and was struck with lethargy. I needed to help LB with some stuff around her house but planned to hit up the night game out with the boys.

My body had other plans. After helping LB out while feeling ill I spent the second half of the Pats-Bolts game on the couch alternating between chills and sweats. I haven't felt like that since my Thanksgiving food poisoning a few years back.

I guess the lesson here is too much excitement at two football games is bad for my body. Either that or I need to start drinking during Falcons games.