Atlanta, GA...November, 28, 2009
Joe Cox: Listen closely Nesbitt. Mark Richt conquers and controls everything he lays his eyes upon. He leads a fan base so massive it shakes the ground with its pickup trucks. So vast it drinks the Natural Light breweries dry.
Joe Cox: All the God King Richt requires is this: a simple offering of Turf and Gatorade. A token of submission to the will of Mark Richt.
Josh Nesbitt: Submission? That’s a bit of a problem. See rumor has it, the Athenians have already submitted to Richt. And if those liberal arts majors and boy lovers are on your side... Yellow Jackets have their reputation to consider.
Joe Cox: Choose your next words carefully, Nesbitt. They may be your last as quarterback.
Josh Nesbitt: Turf and Gatorade?
Joe Cox: Madman! You're a madman!
Josh Nesbitt: Turf and Gatorade? You'll find plenty of both out there.
Joe Cox: No man, Athenian or Atlantan, no man threatens an SEC quarterback!
Josh Nesbitt: You bring the helmets and jerseys of conquered Big 10 teams to my stadium steps. You threaten my team with defeat and embarrassment! Oh, I've chosen my words carefully, Bulldog. Perhaps you should have done the same!
Joe Cox: This is blasphemy! This is madness!
Josh Nesbitt: Madness...? This is Atlanta!
