Sony Michel if your anything like myself you stood in front of the television in your tidey widey underwears twirling your orange hanky and watching your favorite team lay the wood against a national power. I did it when I was 7 years old when Melvin Bratton went down with a career altering injury giving all he had to make this []_[] what it is today. 13 years later, I have no doubt Sony, you did the same little dance, then had the same moment of sorrow when Willis McGahee went down in Tempe. I have no doubt in my mind you, Sony, are big as fan as I am of this program. In life people like to say things are "BUSINESS" decisions. Thats a load of ****. Thats what people call it when they sell out. It takes a much bigger man to bring honor back to his house, then to leave when his house is in ruin. I would literally give my left ******** to be able to give the amount of God given talent that you have to the program that we both loved as seven year olds, albeit 15 years apart. Somewhere along the way, you forgot what life is all about young man. I may be 32, and Sony, you may be 17, but one thing translates to all ages and lasts an eternity. A childs love of his home and of his team. Sony, have people in Athens watched you since optimist ball? We have. Have people in Athens cheered you since 8th grade? We have. Have people in Athens stuck by you when you blew your knee up? We have. Did you sit around as a kid shouting at the team you grew to love, our team, your team, South Florida's team? I guarantee you nobody in Athens did. Your decision is yours young man, but just remember whos name you yelled as a little kid as you sprinted toward the makeshift endzone of the tree on the left and the bush on the right. I am willing to bet it wasn't Knowshon Moreno. This is your town, its OUR town, put it back on the map.
Good luck son.