Talking to my little dude about the game. My pops, who copes with his own nerves by expecting the worst, explained to my son that Georgia is very good and will probably beat us. So my son is saying he's worried we're gonna lose.
I tried to follow up and say... Sure, they're supposed to, but Alabama was supposed to, too! This is what it's about sometimes. It's why we play!
So I ask, "Hey, bud, even if we lose... what are you excited to watch? Dylan Sampson?! Bru?"
He pauses. Exhales. "Dad I don't know I think I'm just nervous about all of it."
Welcome, my child. I am sorry and welcome.