By Greg Sullivan

The University of Georgia baseball team had accomplished a lot this year already as they headed into this week's College World Series in Omaha, but just a couple weeks before things weren't looking so bright.
Georgia, the top seed, was eliminated from the SEC Tournament in just two games, falling to Ole Miss and Alabama. And it was just by the skin of its teeth that the Dawgs were still allowed to host the NCAA Tournament Regional and Super Regional (They were the lowest seeded team to take the honor.)
Then, as it appeared, the bottom fell out.
The Dawgs lost to Lipscomb in their first game in the Athens Regional. Yes, Libscomb. A somewhat small bible college in Nashville that I would presume many people in the Peach State had never heard of.
For good reason, too. It was the first time Lipscomb had ever won a tournament game.  Rest assured Georgia fans now knwo the name “Lipscomb” quite well.
The Bisons were a program on the rise, but they still had two more Goliaths to knock off, red hot Louisville and Georgia Tech. Georgia, meanwhile, appeared to be exiting in the midst of a downward spiral, despite having a strong showing during the regular season.
I remember that moment in time very well; when Lipscomb was on Cloud Nine and Georgia was at the brink of embarrassment in the comfortable surroundings of Foley Field.
You see, the night following the disappointing Georgia loss, I was getting married in Athens.
There I was in a tuxedo in an elevator of the Holiday Inn on the corner of Lumpkin Street and Broad Street heading to my wedding at the State Botanical Garden of Georgia, down the road.
You might think I was a little nervous, just a couple hours before one of those landmark experiences of my life--You would be right.
But I don't think I was as nervous--not even half as much--as the two fellows that I happened to be sharing that elevator with, a pair of Lipscomb baseball players whose team was on its way down Lumpkin to take on Georgia Tech.
My long evening was just beginning, but talking to them, my instincts told me that their own magical run might not last past the weekend.
I'm moving to Nashville in a few days, actually. I know hindsight's 20-20, but I felt all along that Lipscomb would be back up in the Music City before I was.
Georgia Tech handed the Bisons a defeat. Then Georgia got their revenge in a lop-sided rematch in the loser's bracket to send Lipscomb home.
Sure, I wasn’t exactly out on a limb there, but my prophecy was proved right and Lipscomb’s unprecedented run was over.
The Dawgs would go on to surge back and win the tournament and then the Super Regional over North Carolina State, propelling them to Omaha.
Now with my wedding behind me, and Georgia baseball being back where it should be, everything is again right with the world.
Everything, that is, except that I have to wish a fond goodbye to everyone in Morgan County and particularily to anyone having to do with the local athletics.
Hopefully, words of the future successes of these local Morgan County athletes will meander all the way up to Nashville.
Hey, it's very possible. You've heard of Lipscomb now, haven't you?