It was a relatively short flight of an hour and 45 minutes home from Austin for the Georgia football team last Saturday night. With a competent police escort on the ground and a tailwind pushing the Delta jet that brought the victors to Ben Epps Field, it was, nonetheless, a night owl flight that touched down only a couple hours before twilight.

I walked into my house at 4:20 a.m., beleaguered and physically spent, but all that was trumped by reverberating euphoria. Classic victories stimulate adrenalin flow — even for geezers — and you can’t wait for Sunday morning’s SportsCenter and the replays that make you want to sing your favorite fight song, “Glory, Glory.”

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