But only because he doesn't get to play the Dawgs twelve times a year.
I found out yesterday that a co-worker of my wife had 4 (!) extra tickets to the game, and the whole family was going. It was the first game for my daughters (5 and 7), and wow, what a game. The place was rockin, and Dawg fans were freakin' despondent. I'm hoarse, have a monster headache, and am happier than I have been in months. There are truly few better things in life than beating Georgia.