Its like the tourists took the worst aspects of Mardi Gras back home with them.
UGA Administration attempts to ban assclownery on UGA's North Campus. If it can't be done with folding chairs, blankets and picnic baskets, you can't do it anymore.
(Can you imagine NOLA doing this with ladders? Be still, my heart.)
While it is a shame the UGA administration has to resort to this measure because too many classless idiots choose not to control themselves at football games, I am confident the real tailgaters in the Bulldawg Nation will roll with these new restrictions at their usual high level of professionalism.
My old tailgating crew knew how to make stuff happen. Despite all our accoutrements (coolers, tables, chairs, tents, washtubs full of ice, kegs, grills et al), we always left our area cleaner than we found it, and we were able to do so before the game. Such lessons paid dividends for tailgates later hosted in New Orleans at the Endymion parade and in Baton Rouge for Georgia road games.
We didn't leave messes. And we didn't act like jackasses. No exceptions to these rules were allowed, and individuals who could not behave themselves found themselves disinvited to future events. As UGA has just disinvited many of the jackasses to North Campus, I can't get too upset about the changes.
Are there different ways to ward off the jackasses? Absolutely. Drop a few $200 citations on major offenders, or take them to the pokey when they complain, and watch how fast people start cleaning up after themselves. Every student caught for underage possession has to show up that evening and clean campus. A couple extra dumpsters wouldn't have been a bad idea, and neither would some designated areas for more port-a-potties.
But all that requires planning and money and effort UGA isn't willing to spend. With Adams (UGA's version of Ray Nagin) at the helm, you just knew he'd take the easy way out and start cracking down. Frankly, after seeing pics of how bad some of those folks trashed North Campus, I'm loathe to raise a hand in complaint.
It is a shame for those who played by the rules. But it ain't a suprise.