Wait so I'm sitting here watching Monroe Freeling go 19th overall to Carolina and all I can think about is. My uncle had his smoker going since 4 AM, brisket and sausage links with that vinegar sauce we swear by lol. Somebody's cousin from out of state showed up with a cooler full of craft beer and we had to politely. Freeling walked past our setup on his way into the stadium and my uncle yelled at him to get some. We ended up passing around a jar of pickled eggs somebody's grandma made and arguing about whether the O-line could. Nobody knew then that we were watching a future first-rounder just strolling through the parking lot. Three years later he's a Panther and I'm still thinking about that brisket. That's what this program is built on. Not just the wins, the moments in between. The smell of charcoal and the sound of generators humming and people you barely know offering you a plate. Freeling got his moment on the draft stage tonight but we got ours in that lot on a Saturday morning. That's Georgia football. That's the whole dang thing.