I guess word of the BDB suspensions last week eventually reached Knoxville, by telegraph. By holding our offensive and defensive coordinators accountable for their part in the loss to Bama, I had no idea it would be such an inspiration to Fill-it-up Fulmer that he would start holding his players accountable for academics of all things. Two reserve linemen couldn't pull their Hillbilly Literature grade up to passing before travel arrangements had been made for Athens, so Fulmer left them behind. Let's hope the extra effort paid to this one class doesn't affect their grade in Appalachian Anthropology - a Study in the Dynamics of Shallow Gene Pools.
CMR was also evidently inspired by the BDB suspensions as he dropped two schollies this week for conduct unbecoming of a bulldog. Baldwin had already been suspended indefinitely and really wasn't much of a surprise. Hill had yet to catch a ball (that this blawgger is aware of) mostly due to injuries, after redshirting last year. It's never good to see a young man lose his scholarship, but on the bright side we're slowing making room for a full class for next year.
Dawg fans will once again descend on Sanford tomorrow afternoon in hopes of cheering for more than just their team's attendance. BDB's inside source says those black jerseys have been locked up like a prisoner in Johnny Cash's own Folsom Prison; who knows if they'll ever be seen again. One Dawg who we'll see more of is Brannan Southerland who returns after a second foot surgery. Chapas has certainly filled in admirably, but Southerland will be the offensive captain Saturday without having played a single offensive down this season. Tells me something about how much he is respected by the players and the coaches.
Another Dawg worthy of respect is Bruce Figgins. Saturday will possibly be his last game of the season, before (likely) electing for season ending shoulder surgery. With Chandler out this week, Tripp still learning to adjust his size to the position and White still on the smaller side of a tight end frame, Figgins will suit it up and play through the pain. Maybe a cortisone shot will help too.
Before we get to this week's prediction (to tell the truth I'm stalling until inspiration hits me...) I want to thank everyone for the outpouring of support for my little soccer team. The ideas for teaching them to leg tackle were as numerous as they were humorous. Devoted reader Paulie Walnuts even suggested he and Christafuh coach them up this week on how to make the other team sleep with the fishes........unfortunately this week's practice was rained out.
I know!! I was as stunned as you are. Soccer can't get rained out! Rain makes sports like soccer, football, curling, bossaball more interesting. Not to mention it would be easier to leg tackle on the slick surface. But evidently girls don't like their hair wet. Not to mention their Hannah Montana soccer shoes. All I can say is the first "cutie pie" to give up an uncontested breakaway, doesn't get a Capri Sun after the game.
OK....back to the gridiron. I'm relentless in my optimism for the Dawgs. I was the guy that predicted we'd surprise Spurrier's gators 'tween the hedges back in 1995. You know...when the visor hung 50 on us. Dumb, huh? Well not as dumb as putting a trampoline on a volleyball court.
But even without my half full glass, there are just some games that smell like a victory to me; this is one of those games. But everytime I begin to convince myself that we're about to serve a heaping helping of whoopass to the great big pumpkin, I remember last year in Knoxville; 2006 in Athens; and two weeks ago against Nick Satan's Tide. In 2006 we rolled into the locker room at halftime riding high. The second half was like getting a root canal without the goofy gas (Tennessee fans use Wikipedia .......ooops...sorry!..............use an e n c y c l o p e d i a to research this reference to dental care as I am aware that such a thing has become obsolete in your.....uhm.....neck of the woods). And last year the bus driver was the only one on top of his game. He drove us to the stadium. Not much else positive happened after that.
But there's that smell again. Do you smell it? It's not an upset. It's not the potpourri Jenn put in the half bath. It could be the bratwurst.......
But I believe the week off cures what ails us. I'm eager to hear the trumpeter in the southwest corner of the stadium. I wanna see UGA VII show a little spunk and piss on Fulmer's sneaker. I can't wait to feel the stadium erupt when Southerland bellies up from two and half yards for a TD. Oh yeh! It's more than a smell of victory now. I can taste it. Dawgs send the vol fans to their local flea market to sell their orange overalls, broken 8 track player and likely their coach's playbook.
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This week's trivia is brought to you by Ainsley. I've challenged her to dig deep into Daddy's Dawg library for a doosie. She tells me we won't be disappointed. Take it away sweetheart.
"We love Uga! And we really don't like the yellow jackets. But in the 1950s they dominated the Dawgs and entered the 1957 contest looking to extend an 8 game losing streak for the Bulldogs. Theron Sapp scored the winning touchdown and has since been called The Man Who Broke the Drought. (you're doin' great honey!) Mr. Seiler brought Uga I to the game at Grant Field, but couldn't make it by car. He and Uga rode on a train and each had a turkey sandwich for lunch. What was the name of the train they rode on to witness one of the greatest games in Georgia football history?"
Nice work Ainsley. Now go tackle your sister. Big game Saturday morning.
See the rest of you 'tween the hedges!!