Growing up I never watched sports. It was all cartoons, Dukes of Hazard, Knight Rider, Fall Guy, etc. Dad would occasionally watch wrestling, but that was the only “sport” we watched. So I didn’t know that Georgia football existed at the time. I was too busy playing with the toys from all the cartoons my brothers and I watched.
In June of 1988, when I was just eight years old, my dad and grandmother took me and my brothers out to Huddle House. While there, they asked us how we would feel about going to a home with other children.