I got word this morning that Grandaddy passed last night. I’m almost 40 but down here he’s still Grandaddy no matter how old you are. He introduced me to Georgia football, buying me everything he could in red and black when I was a baby. I was the firstborn so I got to enjoy a lot of those season tickets with him and my uncle. He was responsible for a lot of who I am and hell, he even named me. (After a Pittsburgh Steeler.)
I knew the end was close when I had to go pick him up and set him in bed the other night. But I knew he would hang on and help kick that Texas ass. And one more day to celebrate. I can’t think of a better way to honor him and what he would have like to see then kicking Florida’s ass and then everyone else down the line.
I knew the end was close when I had to go pick him up and set him in bed the other night. But I knew he would hang on and help kick that Texas ass. And one more day to celebrate. I can’t think of a better way to honor him and what he would have like to see then kicking Florida’s ass and then everyone else down the line.
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