My uncle's 1998 Camry smelled like boiled peanuts and hope every home game. We pulled into the North Campus lot at 6 AM, dropped the tailgate, and by kickoff the entire setup was a monument to the Dawgs. That old cooler had more history than Sanford Stadium itself. These kids today with their canopy tents and bluetooth speakers will NEVER know the magic of a busted lawn chair. That was the real Georgia.