I'm still in shock.

The Sports illustrated I get in my Harvard mail box each week is missing the Football South supplement section.

It's been three months since my SI subscription was changed from my home in beautiful Stone Mountain, Georgia, to my new address in the Harvard Yard Mail Center.

But, I'm still in shock.

I know I moved from one geographic region to another, but SI didn't have to take out the Football South supplement in their magazine, did they?

What am I complaining about, you ask?

It's not to knock northern sports, but to put it in a phrase I used many times this fall, "There just ain't nothin' like a Friday night or Saturday afternoon in Georgia."

That's right, there ain't nothin' like it.

I know the Patriots were vastly improved and even kind of exciting this fall.

I know the thrill of Harvard hockey is hard to beat anywhere.

Heck, we've even got a dynasty above all dynasties here with the Harvard squash program.

Despite this, my fall weekends this semester at Harvard were still missing something--FOOTBALL SOUTH.

It's something that words can hardly explain. But, let me try and take you through the aura that is Football South.

Imagine this. It's Friday night about 7:30. The stadium lights are shining on hundreds of fields across the south. The bands are filling the evening sky with fight songs, the players are full of butterflies and the thousands of fans are packing into the bleachers to cheer their sons, classmates, students or friends.

It's quite a feeling, and there is just nothing like it.