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It was 2003, and I was home from school, permanently. I’d gone to the University of Georgia on a football scholarship, and had the good fortune to be on the SEC championship team that year. We played Arkansas in the Georgia Dome in Atlanta for the title, and beat the hell out of them. That got us into the Sugar Bowl, but I didn’t travel with the team. I broke my leg in the third quarter of the conference championship game, and I knew I was done. It was a bad break in more ways than one, both medically and luck-wise. I broke my femur, which is a son of a b***h to heal, and that meant that I was done playing football. And that meant that I was done going to college. My grades weren’t awful, but my scholarship went to a kid who could play, and I went home to Dalton and the family business.
