Good day, everyone, my fellow Dawgs. Although Georgia kicks off in 45 days, I wanted to share some good news with you because this is the last month of the year there will be

Good day, everyone, my fellow Dawgs. Although Georgia kicks off in 45 days, I wanted to share some good news with you because this is the last month of the year there will be. That statement may sound a little strange at first, but for those who know the rhythm of the college football calendar, you understand exactly what it means. July is the final month of the year without Georgia football. From here on out, there’s always a game on the horizon, a stat to break down, or a play to relive. The offseason has felt long, but the wait is nearly over, and that’s worth celebrating. For the past several months, we’ve filled our Saturdays with yard work, beach trips, grilling, and pretending to care about baseball. But come late August, everything changes. The chatter turns to depth charts, the group texts light up with injury updates, and we begin planning our Saturdays around kickoff times. We remember what it feels like to hear the Redcoat Band blare out “Glory, Glory” and to feel that anticipation walking into Sanford Stadium. It’s a season of renewed hope, of old rivalries, of legends in the making. No matter how many championships we’ve won or how high the expectations get, that feeling of the first kickoff never gets old. It’s not just a sport, not just a team. It’s tradition, family, pride, and culture all wrapped up in red and black. Whether you’re a student, an alum, a lifelong fan, or someone who adopted Georgia later in life, you know this team is something special. There’s a reason we say “It’s Saturday in Athens” with such reverence—it’s a kind of magic that transcends the game itself. We’ve weathered seasons of heartbreak, seasons of almost, and seasons where everything came together perfectly. Through it all, we’ve stuck together as Dawg Nation, barking in unison, holding our heads high, and always believing that the next game is our game, the next year is our year. And lately, it’s been more than just belief—it’s been reality. With back-to-back national championships and another playoff run under our belt, this team is no longer just a contender; it’s the standard. Kirby Smart has built something that doesn’t just win—it endures. It evolves. It demands excellence from every player, every coach, and every fan. And while July is quiet on the field, behind the scenes, that work doesn’t stop. The weight room is loud. The playbooks are open. The leaders are leading. The freshmen are learning what it means to wear that “G” on their helmet. And soon, we’ll see who rises to the occasion and who becomes the next household name. But today, in the last month without Georgia football, it’s okay to pause. It’s okay to reflect. It’s okay to feel that familiar sense of anticipation in your gut when you look at the calendar and realize how close we really are. The countdown has reached its final turn. We’re close enough to start planning tailgates. Close enough to circle those key matchups. Close enough to wonder who will shine, who will surprise, and who will become the latest legend etched into Georgia lore. Think back on the games that made your heart race. The blocked kick against Notre Dame. The Rose Bowl miracle. The redemption in Indianapolis. The goal-line stand against Missouri. The cold, rainy night in Lexington. The SEC title games. The iconic runs. The shut-down defenses. The moments where you jumped off the couch, spilled your drink, and screamed with joy. They’re all part of a tapestry that keeps growing, that keeps adding chapters, and the next one begins soon. We don’t know exactly how the season will unfold. That’s the beauty of it. There will be surprises. There will be adversity. There will be moments when we’re tested. But there will also be greatness. There will be flashes of brilliance, of brotherhood, of a team that plays not just for themselves but for each other—and for all of us who wear the red and black. This is the time to embrace the unknown. To lean into the excitement. To start picking out your game-day fit, your lucky socks, your favorite koozie. To rewatch highlights, re-listen to “Baba O’Riley” before kickoff, and scroll through your camera roll for those old Sanford selfies. The wait is almost over. And when it is, all that energy we’ve stored up will come pouring out onto the field, into the stands, across the tailgates, and through living rooms around the country. That’s the power of Georgia football. It unites us. It energizes us. It reminds us of who we are. And it’s almost back. Forty-five days may seem like a lot, but blink and it’ll be here. Before we know it, the practice reports will flood in, the press conferences will reveal clues, and the preseason buzz will hit full volume. The talking heads will make their picks, but we know better than to listen too closely. Because rankings, predictions, and narratives don’t matter when the Dawgs take the field. What matters is the grit, the grind, and the Georgia way. We’ve been built for this. We’ve prepared for this. And if you think last year was something, just wait. There’s unfinished business. There are records to break, statements to make, and banners to chase. July may still be quiet, but in the stillness, there’s a fire building. It’s in every player pushing through that final rep, every fan organizing watch parties, every coach drawing up the next masterpiece. It’s in every child who’s picked up a football and shouted “Go Dawgs!” and every grandparent who’s been around since the days of Dooley. This team isn’t just playing for a title. They’re playing for legacy. For pride. For the state. For history. And we’ll be there for every moment. Whether it’s under the lights at Sanford, on the road in enemy territory, or in front of the TV with the volume cranked up, we’ll be there. Cheering. Hoping. Believing. Because that’s what we do. That’s who we are. So enjoy these last few Saturdays without football. Rest up, gear up, and get ready. Because once August hits, it’s full speed ahead. The Dawgs are coming. The red will be brighter, the black bolder, and the stakes higher. And we wouldn’t want it any other way. Here’s to the last month without Georgia football—and to everything that comes after. Go Dawgs.