The very first shirt I bought as a freshman at UGA was a Georgia Rugby. I had to wait patiently until about November to be able to wear it, due to it’s thick cotton construction, but it’s become a staple for big away games as I curl up in front of the TV and cheer on my Dawgs.
On the one hand, I’m sad this game isn’t happening down the road Between the Hedges… and on the other hand… I’m glad I can wear this shirt in August. Inside. Without anyone yelling Where’s Waldo jokes at me as I walk down the street.