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I have a great deal of respect for athletes, and I must say, I enjoy watching a game of football just as much as the next person. But where do we draw the line when it comes to contact sports? Or is there a line?

The older you get, the more difficult it gets. Especially in an age of social media and less-social people. Can you imagine what it would have been like for our grandparents to have met? Or even some of our parents for that matter. So raw and real. And probably way more romantic. No one had to swipe left or right.

One of the first messages I received after Walt Snelling passed away Wednesday was from my middle sister Kristi, “I believe Gainesville may close down for a day,” she wrote. A notorious provider of tongue-in-cheek material, this particular message from my sister was void of that sentiment. There was no sarcasm in her words, why? Because if a city were to mourn in the aforementioned collective fashion, who better to make it happen than a man who represented it so well for so long?

This time last week I had the final play of the Rose Bowl on repeat. I watched the final play of the National Championship once, live, and that is enough.

I didn’t think there was a halftime adjustment good enough to bring the Bulldogs back Monday night. After Oklahoma’s last score of the first half, dejected and slumped on a couch, phone attuned to Twitter, I said aloud to no one in particular, “We’re just getting our (hineys) kicked.”

I know, I know, the Falcons and Saints play meaningful football this weekend, Lanierland starts Thursday and Georgia is in the college football playoff, but let’s put all that on the back burner momentarily, i.e., just humor me.

I was a Georgia Bulldog long before I existed. Before you stop reading thinking I’ve gone ’round the existential bend, hear me out. I’m back at work today fresh off a four-day excursion to New Orleans. (Fresh may be stretching it a bit, but for the sake of the bosses out there reading this, I’m Outkast-style fresh and clean.)

I tweeted out Saturday night that Jacob Eason would not start for Georgia again this season. Twitter's 140 characters don't allow for a lot of explanation, so I need to clear a few things up in the aftermath of saying that Eason shouldn’t or won’t start again this season.

From prep to the pros Extra Points will bring you reactions to sports biggest local and regional stories on a weekly basis.

If you’ve ever watched sports with friends, or strangers for that matter, you’ve seen this scene play out: a nudge of a neighbor’s arm followed by a grin or head nod, but most definitely a point to a television screen, and the words, “told you.”