That Time with the Auburn-Georgia Game
Man, thinking about Auburn versus Georgia always takes me back to this one specific Saturday. It wasn’t even about the game itself, not really, though everyone was hyped up like usual. It’s the Deep South’s Oldest Rivalry, right? So yeah, big deal down here.
So, I remember waking up that morning. Sun’s barely up. My buddy, Dave, he’s a huge Georgia fan. Bulldog everything. Me? War Eagle all the way. We always had this stupid bet going. Nothing serious, usually just loser buys dinner or has to wear the other team’s stupid hat for a week.
This particular year, we decided to up the stakes a bit. Loser had to wash the winner’s car. Every week. For a month. Seemed like a good idea after a couple of beers the night before, you know? We were both pretty confident our team would pull it off. I was already picturing Dave scrubbing my truck.
Game day plans were simple. Head over to his place, grill some burgers, watch the game. Easy. I got my Auburn jersey on, grabbed a six-pack, and drove over. The drive itself was nuts. Everyone’s got flags on their cars, honking. You could feel the energy, or maybe just the tension.
We got the grill going. Couple other folks showed up. Usual trash talk flying back and forth. All in good fun, mostly. Then the game started. And man, it was a nail-biter. Back and forth, back and forth. Every big play, someone’s yelling, someone’s groaning. Standard stuff.
Here’s where it got messy, though. Not the game, but everything else. First, Dave’s grill runs out of propane. Half-cooked burgers. Great. So we gotta finish them inside, smoking up his kitchen. Then his dog, bless its heart, gets spooked by all the yelling during a turnover and knocks over a whole bowl of chips and dip. Right onto his wife’s favorite rug.
And the game? Oh, Auburn lost. Badly. Like, it wasn’t even close by the end. I was just sitting there, kinda numb. Not just ’cause my team got stomped, but thinking about washing Dave’s muddy pickup truck for a month. In the cold, probably.
- Grill fail.
- Dip catastrophe.
- Team implosion.
- Car washing doom.
Dave, of course, was loving it. Strutting around. Didn’t even seem mad about the rug anymore. He just kept looking at me, then looking out the window at his truck, grinning.
So yeah, I spent the next four Saturdays scrubbing Georgia clay off that truck. Freezing my butt off sometimes. Learned my lesson about betting on things I couldn’t control. Or maybe just about betting with Dave. Every time I see Auburn play Georgia now, I don’t just think about football. I think about propane tanks, spilled dip, and the smell of car soap in November.
It’s funny the stuff you remember, right? Wasn’t really about the score in the end. Just another crazy day wrapped up in that whole rivalry thing.
