So you're a UGAg fan. You're driving around downtown Atlanta in your aging four wheel drive. Perhaps looking for more Pabst. Perhaps digging for the next can of Skoal for your daughter. You don't think -- despite you and several of your occupants being drunk, that anything will happen. WRONG! You have a UGA fan passed out hammered drunk in the back window, and the waves of beer aroma coming from your car rivals even Ricky Williams' bedroom in intensity and reach. You surely didn't expect the Atlanta police to stop you in the middle of traffic to talk to you. You definitely didn't expect them to stop all lanes of traffic and drag your arse, and everybody else in the car, to the sidewalk.

I can only wonder how many tickets they got. The guy who was drunk and passed out was being carried ON THE SHOULDER of a big cop, I tried to get a picture of him on the sidewalk when he sat up but he vanished from sight, presumably having passed out again.












Oh -- and bonus points to the Ron Paul supporters at the game!!