"You stared at me in bewilderment, unable to comprehend why you were on the floor and why the whole room was suddenly staring at you. I wanted to shrink away in embarrassment, but I would never give up on you that easily. So I helped you up and dusted you off, determined to help you regain your confidence and get rid of those big-party jitters. I whirled and twirled and curled, dancing my hardest for you. I tried to help you, but you always did the most inexplicable things at the worst times. Occasionally, we would be in sync, but those times always seemed accidental, as if you were just busting moves at random to see if one of them would work on me."
Absolute writing gold from DawgSport's Cherokee's Grip. Definitely worth the whole read, and probably a few dozen more recs than it has. There's been a lot of comparisons made between Mark Richt and Phillip Fulmer, and I think I finally really understand them. It almost makes me want to root for Georgia secretly this year.
Don't worry VolBrian: almost. Besides, we've got a young jock of our own, and this club's ripe for the taking by a man with stars
on in his back eyes.