Back in college, I took horticulture as an elective one semester. I remember that class well, partly (mostly) because University of Georgia quarterback Matthew Stafford was in it, too. (I’m aging myself here.) It was the closest I’d come to laying eyes on a verifiable celebrity since the eighth grade, when our class caught a glimpse of the back of the heads of some Hootie and the Blowfish band members on our plane ride home from a field trip to New York City.