Friday, November 27, 2009

It took me 40 years...

And at this point in my life, I can break things down into what I've seen and what I plan to.
  1. two beautiful, healthy children that bless my life everyday and will continue to give me gray hairs by the dozens
  2. Vince Dooley lead the Dawgs to a National Title and Coach Richt being led off the field on Chris Burnette's shoulders
  3. a beautiful bride walk down the aisle to take my hand and take me into the stands where she screams at some Dawg to Hold on to the ball!!!
  4. my dad continuously beat me at golf at every opportunity and an eagle putt that stays true followed by a high five from the game's greatest teacher
  5. a sunrise in the Caribbean and a sunset in Hawaii
  6. three degrees that hang on my office wall and (at least) one each that hang from my girls'
  7. Lindsay Scott make Munson break a chair with a 5" cushion and AJ Green hold up the Heisman trophy
  8. the miracle of holding a brand new life and instantly falling in love and the wonder of doing the same as a grandBernie
  9. an SEC title won on Stegeman's floor and a Final Four appearance where Coach Fox barks while cutting down the nets
  10. dinner outside of a Tuscan villa and a pint in Scotland
  11. Lewis Grizzard wax poetic in person and Mark Knopfler play in person
  12. Munson say Get the Picture and Scott Howard scream Dawgs Win!! in Jacksonville
  13. the life slip out of my dear Jake as he was put under and the life in my girls' eyes when I bring home a puppy
  14. my mom smile as all of her children shared at her table and my mom continue to teach us what family is all about
  15. Sugar falling from the sky and Roses in a parade
  16. the agony of losing a loved one to cancer and a cure to a dreadful disease
  17. seven in a row against NATS and a similar streak against floriDuh
  18. the frustration of being useless to help and the gracious eyes of a kid in need
  19. Coach Richt kiss the water girl and Andy Landers kiss a National Title trophy
  20. Four decades of wonderful memories and by God's grace at least four more
Between what's in the rear view and what's on the road ahead, that looks like about forty things to me. I better get busy. But before I go, one more thing.

Like you Reader, I spent a lot of yesterday giving thanks for family, friends, our great country... But today I'd also like to thank everyone for reading. I've seen thousands of page views here in just over a year. Put simply, I'm humbled.

God Bless and Go Dawgs!

The Guys in Silver Britches

State of the BullDawg Nation

Between Thanksgiving, my birthday and the annual renewal of Clean Old-Fashioned Hate...this time of year is the ultimate trifecta for me. And for as long as I can recall, all I've ever really wished for on my birthday is to beat Georgia Tech. More years than not, that wish comes true. Last year, sadly it did not.

I'm not going to go into some YouTube temper tantrum here. But the annual clash between the Dawgs and the nerds does carry a lot of emotion for me. Jacksonville is our biggest game of the year, no question. Florida's the ugly bully on the playground you love the opportunity to smack around. But the Trade School is our brother. We work with him, share roadways with him, sometimes even the family dinner table. Beats the hell out of me why a Dawg would marry an insect, but it happens.

We've had a year to remember what it's like in this state when we lose this game. To add insult to humility, this season has been found on the map just north of shambles. We don't know which coaches will be on the road recruiting Monday no more than we know how close to the credit limit the cards in our wallet are gonna go at the shopping malls this afternoon. We've got players like Boling, questioning whether or not they can resist the urge to give up on the season.

Ahh, yes. Now I remember the feeling we all had back in late November 2000. This is ground zero. How are ya? It's been awhile. We're not too far removed from a time when the disgruntled dimwits were the upstream swimmers that stuck out like a sore thumb. Now it's the fans who scream about everything being okay, just take a deep breath who sound so out of tune.

But the truth is, I don't care. That's Monday. This is Georgia Tech. This is now. That is then.

So today I'm blowing out candles with full authority. There's no hesitation, no pause for contemplation. Beat Tech!! I'll scream in my head. Beat the ever lovin' (doggy doo) out of them.After that I'm leaving the new Dawg garb I purchased this summer in the closet and gonna go with what feels most comfortable: black wind pants and red Georgia t-shirt.

If that's what it takes to get Fabris to allow the deep kick then I may just never take them off.

It's Georgia-Georgia Tech folks. If you've spent this season belly-aching about how horrible the team is, get over yourself. If you can't wait for the season to end, stop and smell the gridiron. Your team needs you. If you're just completely exasperated, spent, through, done, exhausted...lose the skirt Alice and man up.

There's no BCS bowl, no top 25 ranking and no New Year's Day tailgate to look forward to. It's just 60 minutes of football. Some clean old fashioned hate. A little gravy for the turkey.

Too often as fans we get caught up in worrying about the perceivable outcome of games. We're so invested in ourselves not getting surprised we'd rather just write the game off and go about our pity party. All I'm trying to say is that just won't do Reader.

Historic Mark Richt Field will be surrounded by nerds tomorrow night. Why? Because they're winning games. Otherwise, not so much.

We're Dawgs. We wear our colors and fly our flags in rain and sun, for better or for worse. Coach Richt has led his team to a 6-5 season thus far and I still gave thanks yesterday that he was our guy. We pull the upset tomorrow, we're cheering. We lose by 28, we're cheering.

We're Dawgs. And the guys in the silver britches deserve that much.

Words From the Wise

An irregular episode of ThursdaysRTrivial yesterday. With all the family, friends, turkey and dressing I figured it'd be a tall order to compete with. So I simply asked whoever had a free moment between the gobbling and the pumpkin pie to finish the sentence however they saw fit.

Tech sucks because ______________.

Two tweeters chimed in with equally awesome answers -

MikeInValdosta says Tech sucks because THEY CAN.


allyugadawg says Tech sucks because they lie cheat and breed terrorists of course. ; )

If you sunk into a tryptophan induced coma early and missed the fun, feel free to add your own. Ally and Mike, make sure you pick up your pin-striped short-sleeve button down and Chan Gailey autographed pocket protector.

Sorry, I wasn't able to score any photocopies of O'Leary's resume'.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Pass the Gravy

From all of us here at Bernie's Dawg Blawg...

God Bless you and yours. And our heartfelt gratitude to those serving this great country.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Locker Notes - Trade School edition

As luck would have it, the nerds had the foresight to call ahead and ask YouTube to come down Saturday night to the flats and tape them doing that freakin' song where they jump up and down and hum along.

Epic Virginity!!

Should be all the more awesomer when Brandon Boykin returns the opening kick for 102. But for now I present to you...this week's locker notes:

  • Butler and Walsh - Earlier in the season I kidded about it, but seriously...I'm torn deciding which of you is the team's MVP this season. But congrats on the honors. Hope you both bring home the hardware.
  • Reshad - Emancipate yourself from mental slavery...and sing your own redemption song.
  • Coach Richt - It's your field, right? Might as well remind them why they suck so Gawdawfully bad.
  • AJ Green - If you could play, it would make my day. But I'd rather be absolutely sure you could lift up that Heisman next year.
  • Rennie - 1 fumble recovery...I know we ask a lot of you, but is there anything you can do about this stat before you leave?
  • Bobo - Either go all in for the win or hand your headset back to the house.
  • Munzie - Anytime we're inside the two, I consider you the peanut butter.

Now your turn. Just grab a Sharpie outta my pimped out stadium cup there and go to town.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Joke by Coke

Largemouth Dawg (aka the N) rockin' some suspenders

This pic reminds me of my favorite anti-Yech joke:

Guy sees the helluva engineer billboard along the downtown connector and decides to call into the nerds' ticket office. "I was wondering if you still had four available for the game this Saturday."

Ticket attendant stammers, "Yes! Yes we do. Where would you like to sit?"

"Well, do you have four together on the 50?"

Again, "Yes! Yes we do."

"Great! So what time is the game?"

Long pause, then: "Well, sir...what time can you be here?"

Boom! Roasted!

Groza and Guy...a dynamic duo

Congrats to Blair Walsh and Drew Butler! In a season of discontent, they have been the ships with anchors...the calm amidst the storm...just a coupla studs!

We have two national semi-finalists...neither of which have an actual position coach.

As that annoying song says....things that make you go hmmm...

Mumme Poll - Setting the Turkey Table

Click HERE to get this week's Mumme Poll. Just remember that the results may not be released as of the time of this post.

This was the first week that I looked for an admin asst. to hand this over to. What a luxury to be able to do after a weekend that only left you in the doldrums. I didn't want to, but I balloted thru and here's what I came up with:

Top Five


The Next Seven

Georgia Tech
Boise State
Ohio State
Oregon State

The Top Five is unchanged after four of those teams took an active bye week. And there weren't many changes in the Next Seven either. I was no longer compelled to argue the case for Okie State after a lackluster performance against Colorado, at home. So they fell. And LSU is too busy learning the hard way that thine clock is thine enemy to really notice that they no longer grace my ballot.

As for this week's newbies, the Beavers may be the biggest surprise. However, they arguably play in this season's toughest conference and their losses are as respectable as they can be. So the second best team in the Pac-10 is worthy.

Then there's Iowa. The Big 11 is a terrible conference this year. It consists of a couple welterweights that have feasted on several powder puffs (which is a step above cream puff). It's the Monday before Thanksgiving and you know what that means...this conference is done playing football for a month and a half.

I don't like moving a team down during an off week, but if a Clempson, VA Tech or LSU makes a be it.

Monday, November 23, 2009

It's easy to HATE...

...when the lifestyles vary so vastly.
  • We date. They game.
  • We have the best damn mascot in sports. They blow up a huge bee and stick it in a corner.
  • We have a stadium that is sold out 6 Saturdays a season. They have a stadium that sold out...once...I think...??
  • We sneak bourbon past the gates. They bring their Ti-85s and some graph paper.
  • Our classes and dorms have girls. Their classes and dorms have blow up dolls.
  • Our student body parties any day that ends in Y. Their student body gets dizzy on Mountain Dew and does shit like this...

(h/t Ally)

So don't feel ashamed about a feeling that comes so natural. And no matter how much love they may need, whatever you do...resist any urge towards sympathy, clemancy, and (God forbid) compassion.

Afterall, while the Seilers grieved...they laughed.

Other readings to ready you:

Monday's Meatloaf - No Uga, No Bark

No joy in Dawgville. While I in no way feel these players are lollygagging or trying to breath through their eyelids, it is a miracle we're bowl eligible...

How'd we ever win 6?

Today's Ingredients

The best synopsis of Saturday's game comes from Get the Picture:

These coaches are so worried about preventing the worst case scenario from happening that it's affected their ability to get their players to perform up to the level of their talent.

That's just one of the Senator's thoughts from the 35. The rest are just as dead on, as usual.

There's a lot I have to say, but it's really no good. What those guys in the ingredients and in the Daily Dawg Clicks have done is much better than what I've tried to express, then deleted. I'll have my second annual State of the BullDawg Nation ready sometime this week. Should be an interesting call-in show tonight. Personally, I don't think I'll wait for Jim_from_Duluth's transcript...

Enjoy your Monday Reader. It could always be worse...we could have an insect as a mascot.

Let hate week begin.


Sunday, November 22, 2009

Sunday's Senior Thoughts

God Bless each and every player, but especially the seniors who gave their all last night. Sure, we saw some bad decisions and some costly mistakes. But I didn't see any player who wasn't giving their best effort.
  • It hurts my Dawg heart to see these seniors go out like that on Sanford's turf.
  • Hard to believe we were up two scores with 30 to play.
  • Haven't decided if I'll check the tape later today...but until the 4th quarter I thought Bobo was calling a great game.
  • FWIW...with the ball at the one with a little over 2 minutes to play, I called a fullback "belly". Pretty sure Munzie coulda taken it from there.
  • To be quite honest, I don't care whose fault it was, I am still not a fan of toss sweeps....especially at the one yard line. Either one yard line. Any yard line at all!
  • That being said, Ealey is quick to take responsibility. I am a fan of that.
  • You can spin it any way you want, but the Georgia Bulldogs were out coached at home by the Kentucky Wildcats.
  • That hasn't been said since Prince Charles was barely old enough to drink beer while sitting on the railroad tracks at the east end. At least that's the story I heard.
  • On the plus side, great night for Tavarres King and Rantavious Wooten.
  • And a great half for Orson Charles...
As disappointed as I am in the outcome, I'm much more disappointed in the turnout. After an emotional victory against Auburn and a (very) tumultuous week, I expected a full house. It looked like a lot of students had left campus early, leaving behind their fellow student-athletes to fend off the wildcats on their own.

That hurts worse than anything. I guess it's been that kind of season.