I don't know how it happened, but somewhere along the way the fine city of Atlanta, Georgia - Terminus - the place I call home - became a virile nesting ground for Boston College fans from sea to shining sea.
Last year, dozens of Peach State Eagles made the smoky and circuitous 400 mile trek from Atlanta to Jacksonville for the ACC Championship game. Even now, as I write and you think up excuses not to buy a plane ticket and support your alma mater, a similar intoxicating airlift is being planned for these gentile fans to make their drunken siege upon unsuspecting Hokie fans in Tampa.
Armed with nothing more than gold shirts, embroidered pants, and an ill-conceived (albeit most likely successful) plan to smuggle copious amounts of booze past unsuspecting TSA workers at Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport, these fans stand ready to descend upon Tamponians and cheer on this remarkable Boston College Football Team in this sky-is-the-limit age known as the Post-TOB Era!
If all goes well, oranges will be provided.
So bring your Vodka and whale pants and leave your "down in front" mentality in Beverly, Marblehead, or other appropriate North Shore enclave and get yourself to Tampa.
When you get there, look for the guy in the oversized yellow styrofoam cowboy hat wearing the #12 jersey and govern yourself accordingly.
He is, after all, what all BC fans should aspire to be.
Let's Go Eagles!
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We need to represent! What we don't have in numbers, we need to make up for in enthusiasm.
Ever to Excel!
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