Even though last night was Zach's birthday, I scored big-time. My dad went to a private meet-and-greet with Mark Richt the other night. I really wanted something autographed—preferably a helmet—and my dad totally delivered. He paid out the nose for a mini helmet that Coach Richt personalized. Everyone else got a "Go Dawgs, Mark Richt," but mine says, "Steph, Go Dawgs, Mark Richt." Like we're buds. And the coolest part? My dad didn't try to make it a birthday gift, which he totally could have. Woo!
(Disclaimer: The photo stinks, sorry. The helmet is shiny, and I can't get good light!)
Friday, August 1, 2008
Posted by Stephanie at 7:50 AM