You know, way back when I started a chant in the stadium (I have a witness and it can be heard on TV) of "free James Brown".
I was at the UCLA in Pasadena when Major first started. I watched him get absolutely clobbered during a pass, pick his head up off the ground to see if he completed his pass. I became a fan.
VY.. well, was VY, and it was obvious from the start. In the USC championship game prior to the final drive I turned to my friends and with absolute confidence told them "We got this." Then before the final play, "We're going to score."
Colt had a drive that was so clear, and a heart so big it seemed like you could feel it in the stands.
Sam fucking went. Sam went really, really hard.
I've never felt any of those feeling about Quinn. I've never felt comfortable with Quinn in a tight game. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to fall.
Last night after the game I get in the elevator with two late 20s Georgia fans (and their hot ass GF). They were clearly stoned, but actually cool.
Georgia Guy 1: Man, that was a helluva game. Maybe we'll see you again in the playoffs.
Me: Yeah man, it was a crazy game.
Georgia Guy 2: I just gotta ask, when are you guys gonna get a clue and just start Manning?
Me: Don't get me started.
Hot ass girlfriend: Hey I want to dump my guy and go to your room instead.
Me: Let's go.
(66% of this conversation actually happened)