Debauchery ensued, felonies were committed, and I believe some international treaties were violated. Fueled by Maker’s Mark and the unbelievable relief granted by such a respite from studying we sure enough got our ROWDY on. Once Kirby Smart was done intercepting, Larry Brown was finished catching end arounds, Robert Edwards had concluded his “tip toe” (HT Larry Munson who did in fact light the cigar) down the sideline, and Olandis Gary had put the cherry on top with the best 5 yard TD run in history we had whooped that Gator ass. No amount of liqour could blur the memory of those great Dawgs that partied it up alongside the St. John’s river that night.
In memory of that trip and in celebration of what was and still is one of the best 5 days I’ve my life I give you the following picture and a ‘lil diddy we Dawgs are prone to sing from time to time.
Gators . . . . Gators . . How’d you like to bite my ass.
With your bright orange shirts and your blue jean britches . . .
GO . . TO HELL . . you SONSABITCHES!!!!!!
Gatorrrssssss . . . . . Gatorrrrssss . . How’d you like to bite my ass.