Today's topic will not include commentary on a bunch of immature multi-millionaires who play a kid's game and who are being goaded by special interest groups into disrespecting a country that allows them the freedom to do so. Neither will I be discussing the cranky mail I got from liberals swearing they are really and truly funnier than tree fungus, nor the protestations of the PGA (Predisposed Gaggle of Atheists) who claim that Dr. Gil Watson, the World's Greatest Preacher, did not mildew their self-righteous knickers when he made it rain a few years back (with help from God, of course.) Yeah, right. Instead, let us examine another of the many reasons why we are so blessed to live in the Great State of Georgia, beyond sweet tea, pecans and Ray Charles Robinson, of Albany.