Atlanta and San Jose: A Blackout Drunk History
It’s a hot, muggy night in Atlanta. Like most game days during the season, it has rained at some point and you can cut the air with a dull knife. Bobby Dodd Stadium is packed to its capacity which is somehow more than it can actually handle (look if anyone can make that happen it’s a building full of engineers) and you are sweating as much as, if not more, than the players. Then across the field you watch Josef Martinez jump to a frankly worrying altitude and drive a header h