It’s not like UGA, Georgia Tech, or Georgia State are gonna give you any reason to believe in college football this season, or any season, in any future or alternate dimension. So you’ll do your normal annual autumn thing: eat recklessly at random fall festivals. You’ll get into hard ciders, pumpkin ale, overly sweetened wine from north Georgia, and some random new craft whiskey distillery until you remember that you should eat. Then you’ll eat lots of fried chicken, biscuits, and chili, and with breath that falls somewhere on the spectrum of Vidalia onion and sour SweetWater beer, you'll ask someone who won the Georgia game. This repeats for eternity.
35. South Carolina
If you’re in Charleston, Greenville, or Hilton Head, South Carolina ain’t so bad. But as soon as you’re gone, so is any hope for a good time, unless your idea of such is saying “Ooh, heritage" over and over until someone passes you a stale mint julep. The winds are less brutal than summertime, and there’s a nice, pleasant calm that blankets the coastal state after late-September, but you can only eat so many bowls of shrimp and grits before you realize the only people who are nice to you are also visitors. Any state where people wear golf clothing and seersucker all damn year is hiding something -- probably the fact that, according to U.S. News, South Carolina is ranked 50th among states in America when it comes to education. Maybe that’s why Clemson’s football team is so good.