Fifty-five years old, lifelong Atlanta Falcons fan. I have earned the right to tell you exactly what this franchise does to a person over time, and it is not pretty.

UGA football isn’t a hobby for me. It’s closer to a calendar system. Here’s what that actually looks like after five decades of bleeding red and black.

UGA at home is a different organism than UGA on the road, and my cardiovascular system has the receipts. This isn’t about talent. It’s about something uglier.