I want to remind all you morans that I was solely responsible for the karma whiplash that day. Flashback sequence: I was at the house for that game and my wife invited one of her friends and her obnoxious idiot of a husband. He knew jack and squat about football and really didn't watch the game but constantly made stupid comments and said he wanted Georgia to win.
Everytime he left the room good things would happen for Tennessee, when he came back we would suck. He was talking smack when that Eason chick threw the late td. He stepped outside to get a drink from the cooler on the porch before the last play. I locked his azz out. The Dobbnail Boot happens and everyone loses their shite, he's outside looking in through the window on the door like a fool. It was glorious.