"This train is bound for _____." The MARTA train splits Atlanta into four quadrants and greets you with this introduction every time you board. It is both a statement of fact and a nod to Atlanta's - and Georgia's - strange, wonderful, contradictory history.
"This Train" is a song that, like Atlanta itself, encompasses the entire South in origin and influence. It was recorded by artists from Mississippi and Tennessee, among others, and it was first made popular by Rosetta Tharpe, an Arkansan by birth. Around the time Sister Rosetta was making headway with the song, Gone With the Wind was debuting in Atlanta, a city of about 275,000 at the time.
This train don't carry no gamblers, no whiskey drinkers, and no high flyers
This train don't carry no gamblers, this train
This train is bound for glory, don't carry nothing but the righteous and the holy
This train is bound for glory, this train
This train don't carry no liars, no hypocrites and no high flyers
This train don't carry no liars, this train
This train is solid black; when you go there, you don't come back
This train is bound for glory, this train
This train don't fit no transportation, no Jim Crow and no discrimination
This train is bound for glory, this train
This train don't care if you're white or black; everybody's treated just like a man
This train is bound for glory, this train
Atlanta in its current state is a heavy city,
lifted up by its accomplishments and weighed down by its flaws.
It is, like the 1930s themselves, a song at once optimistic and tragic, hopeful and pointed. It tells us what is right and almost acknowledges that we're all wrong. It is a heavy, heavy song. And Atlanta in its current state is a heavy city, lifted up by its accomplishments and weighed down by its flaws. Its history as one of America's great cities is short, relatively speaking, but it is loaded with canonical events, history and sports.
Atlanta has tried, and still tries, to get everything wrong. The MARTA takes you through so much of this contradiction. Oakland Cemetary, the crowded, disturbingly pretty home of everyone from Bobby Jones to Margaret Mitchell, is about a mile from downtown, or too far removed from a couple of the stadiums that have to be vacated the moment they are erected. When it gets something wrong, it tries again. When it gets something right, it tries again.
All of our best and worst tendencies are magnified in Atlanta, from our love (and occasional forgetfulness) of history to our dependence on sweet, sweet, empty calories. Atlanta residents seem to resent all there is to resent about this place, then defiantly love it anyway. They want to flee right up until they decide they'll never leave. "I can talk bad about this place, but you better not." That sort of thing.
If you are a fan of an SEC school, Atlanta is exactly where you want to find yourself on the first weekend of December. The Georgia Dome has hosted the last 20 conference championship games after Birmingham's Legion Field held the first two. It is where Florida won its second, third, and fourth SEC titles of the Steve Spurrier era. It is where Kevin Prentiss tiptoed down the sidelines in 1998 and Peerless Price responded in kind. It is where LSU eliminated Tennessee from the national title game in 2001 and where Georgia head coach Mark Richt broke through in 2002. It is where Georgia stunned No. 3 LSU in 2005, where No. 2 Florida took down No. 1 Alabama in 2008, and where No. 2 Alabama whipped No. 1 Florida in 2009. It is where the Honey Badger solidified his legend in 2011 and where Georgia came up six yards short in 2012.
As the SEC positioned itself as the dominant force in college football - and while it may not be the best conference every season (one could certainly make a case for the Pac-12 this season), it is easily the best on average - Atlanta became the capital of the sport. (This is doubly true now that downtown Atlanta has booted baseball, even if only in a, "You can't quit; you're fired!" kind of way.) In the Georgia Dome on the first Saturday in December, a makeshift national semifinal tends to take place; the winner of the SEC Championship Game has made the national title game for eight straight seasons.
When I arrived in Atlanta for my initial SEC Championship experience, it was a full 60 degrees warmer than it was in my home town. The locals were worried about a cold front moving through; it might get into the 40s! But for the weekend as a whole, the weather was neither pretty nor unpleasant. The city is both at all times.




























