Stetson Bennett is late. Rock-star late. It’s more than an hour past our scheduled meeting time at the Georgia football facility, and venerable associate athletic director Claude Felton is driving us to a sub-division of townhomes on the edge of Athens in search of the Bulldogs’ improbable star quarterback.
Felton, who has worked at his alma mater since before Herschel Walker enrolled in 1980, is flustered. He’s adjusting to the odd audible that has been called. Bennett is supposed to be dropping off his truck at a teammate’s home to have it detailed, and the plan is to meet him there to squeeze in some extra interview time while driving back to the facility.
Except Bennett isn’t at the teammate’s house, either. We pull into a parking spot and wait some more, awkward small talk interspersed with the checking of phones. Eighty minutes after the original meeting time, just when we’re about to give up, Bennett comes through. Georgia fans can likely relate.
