In the '50s. Ike was president, Elvis was king, the Jackets were in the Southeastern Conference and their coach was a god named Dodd. Back then, there were no NFL franchises south of the Washington Redskins. Masters golf tournaments hadn't become sellouts. Saturdays in autumn at Grant Field in Atlanta were the toughest sports ticket below the Mason-Dixon Line.
History can change stuff.
Bobby Dodd is long gone, but there is indelible honor, the Tech football stadium bearing his name. Seats are readily available. Football excellence would become difficult at Georgia Tech. Success is now, at best, an aberrational Georgia Tech joy. But, when an extraordinary coach shows up at the school on North Avenue, worldly acclaim is still reachable.