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it was a GLORIOUS weekend. i was there. knoxville tennessee. the enemy stronghold. me, a student clad in red and black. my friends wearing the colors as well. one hundred thousand opponents wearing orange. a clash of titans in only 8 hours. i waited. like a band of soldiers about to go to war, our camp flew our flag. a red banner with a large 'G' in the middle. we were the georgia bulldogs. all around us the camps of our opponents stood. waving flags of orange with a giant 'T' in the middle taunts came from all directions in the form of a song. it was their battle song. it was 'Rocky Top'. the pressure was mounting. walking around the city we visited other camps. both of our own side and the opposing. we would only speak to the natives for a moment, before we would walk on. to stay and debate them was pointless. it would all be settled in a matter of hours. we walked back to our camp and spoke with others of our creed. those who bleed red and black. comrades of ours came to visit in our camp but all too soon we split in different directions. all looking for our way into the arena. "one hundred twenty five", "one hundred a peice", "one fifteen" flew at us from all directions. it was as if the battle had begun before it was scheduled to begin. discouraged we walked on. we were suddenly contacted by one of our comrades. he had our way in. 'fifty'. we waited anxiously upon the hill. staring at our way in. watching as the sea of orange flooded into the arena. soon we met our comrade and our way in was secured! rather than suffer the pains of impatience we ascended. we found our places. amongst a group of orange. there were a few reds with us. i watched as one hundred thousand orange overwhelmed the roughly ten thousand red and black. the ceremonies began. a presentation of our opponents other achievements. it didn't matter. the only achievement we were concerned with was the one they were to present the victor of the day with. they honored one of our famed leaders of long ago. a politician now, he once led us onto the field of battle and allowed us to conquer all. we watched, itching for it to start, as the clock wound down to the zero hour. our challenge was upon us. we watched. our opponents seemed evenly matched with us. on a final decision when a temporary truce was to be called the most amazing thing happened. in what would have given our opponents the edge they exposed a weakness. we struck. we turned their hard work against them. two more strong efforts would allow them to be our equals again. to boost morale, each of the two opponents were shown a presentation of movement, sound, and cheers. almost as soon as it had started, it ended. we were back to our contest. a contest of wills. in the span of three minutes the heavily debated subject was silenced on one side. it was as if they were giving us a weapon of mass destruction. we gladly used it. they began to file out of the arena. embarrased. tails between their legs. the match became a practice. our second and third troops marched out onto the field. they easily trampled the hopes of our opponents. the clock wound down. soon the orange was not a resisting force at all. red and black was all that was left in the arena. we had won the battle for the fourth straight year. one step closer to winning the war. we chanted as we filed out. never have i felt more alive. we marched in as equals and marched out as gods. we were wearing red and black. we are the georgia bulldogs.