My expectation for 2017 was perfection. I knew after Georgia Southern it wasn’t happening; but not because of anything that happened on the field.
If you want to be on the rail for Tiger Walk, you need to get there an hour early. For Georgia Southern, I wasn’t willing to pay the price; so I showed up a half-hour early.
After walking up and down one section of the trail, I settled on a spot behind a very short woman and her children. Over their heads I had a clear view of the path, for 29 minutes.
In the final moment before ignition her husband arrived. He came up right behind me, and I stood between them as they argued over whose responsibility it was to document Tiger Walk. She was demanding that he join them on the rail.
The man, of course, could see I had been waiting. He knew it would be a jerk move to step in front of me. He resisted her, and gave his phone to his daughter; somehow thinking that a resolution. But, she wanted Tiger Walk pics on her phone.
After 45 seconds or so the woman reached past me, grabbed her husband by the arm, and pulled him in front of me.
I wish now I had saved some of my pics from Tiger Walk. Sure, I could’ve cropped out his head, but that would cut out the only thing in focus. My phone thought I was taking pictures for his dermatologist.
This incident kicked off a sub-optimal game experience. I’ll spare you the story of how I missed the Eagle Flight.
I walked away from the 2017 opener feeling like I had just watched A-Day. That’s how driving home felt. Nothing felt like the start of a perfect season.
It felt more like this:
This play isn't a defense taking risks and selling out. It's a defense knowing exactly where we go every time we line up in this formation. pic.twitter.com/y2joKTxyNT
— The Juice (@thejuiceisgood) September 12, 2017
We squandered our shot at perfection, but everything else still lies before us. It’s time to hit the reset button—to start 2017 anew, with Stidham forged by fire and Lindsey in the booth.
We’ve already got a championship-caliber defense. Bring the offense along even just a little, and these Tigers can beat anyone.
The first anyone is Mercer. Show no mercy. War Eagle.