Georgia Bulldogs

The Jacksonville streets are dangerous today.

Lovers are fighting. Children are weeping. Best friends are now sworn enemies. RVs are backing up without making the beeping noise.

It's Florida-Georgia time.

And whether you hail the red and black or boast the blue and orange, you can be certain that the pre-game activities will be almost as entertaining as the throwdown itself.

I'm a Bulldog fan. You read it right. Doesn't matter if a win is a long shot or not; I grew up cheering the Cubbies and Bears. I'm used to this 'hope' thing.

My handbag today is red, black, glitter and Ugga's face. I'm proud of it, but for safety's sake, it's in my drawer as I sit here at work. I question the wisdom of leaving my Georgia cap prominently displayed on the dash of my Jeep this morning. I am comforted that the guy I saw with a stuffed alligator dragging from his truck's bumper is going to have a worse day than I will.