You can hear JG yelling at his line as the Volunteers set up at the Georgia 35 with :10 to go in the 4th quarter. Its a warm afternoon, the stains of a hard fought battle are imprinted on JG's jersey. Grass, dirt and blood stain his orange jersey as he calls for the snap. "HUT," he yells, taking the ball and taking a 5 step drop. His primary target is covered, so he rolls to his right pointing up the seem telling Callaway to go to the end zone.
Callaway digs deep, plants his feet in the ground and sprints as fast as he can to the end zone, trying to shake the defender. Then, as if one of the Lord's angels themselves had given him wings, he knows that he is going to break away. As he runs he notices he can only hear the stamping of his own cleats ripping up the field, delivering a punishment to the turf that few are able to do. He takes a quick glance to see the defensive back has been completely fooled and is lying face first in the turf 15 yards back. He turns his head, with a slight smile, to find JG has unloaded a tight spiral appearing out of the sky, as if the universe was finally gifting the Volunteers a present two decades in the making. The ball was arcing at the perfect time, all he has to do is stretch out his hands to receive the gift of a new culture, a new chapter in the Volunteers story. The roar of the crowd rings true as Callaway makes the catch, a last second Touchdown, a last second chance for hope...
Final Score: Georgia 65 - Tennessee 6