Bulldog34, great story!
I got a visual. I would do the same thing maybe with a few more expletives!
Glad you made it to the game!
Well, I didn't actually say that I made it to the game. There's a postscript. When I got home that Saturday morning to shower, change clothes and head for Athens, I had a welcoming committee of friends and employees who had heard about my little misadventure. Between all the oh-how-terribles, tell-me-about-its and can-I-see-its, I would have never made the 60 miles to Athens by even halftime (takes over 3 hours to do that 60 miles, along with about 90,000 of your closest friends). We watched the game at my house, my barely-swollen ankle propped on several pillows at the insistence of the group, while I was waited on hand and foot. "Gary, want another beer?", "Gary, can I bring you some nachos?", "Gary, where's the grill?"
As I recall, we lost the game - but I didn't seem to mind that much . . .
