|via Radi Nabulsi, ESPN|
Unbelievable. Then again, I get less and less surprised by shit like this every year. Did our title shot take a hit (pardon the pun) with yesterday's news? No, not a severe one. Harvey-Clemons is a safety and we somehow managed to sit our All-SEC safety down for four games last season and made it pretty close. Sure, it would've really helped to have him available in Clemson against Chad Morris' offense. But it's not like Aaron Murray or Todd Gurley were measuring weed with Ty Flournoy-Smith a couple weeks ago. We'll be okay.
No, the bigger issue is how, despite knowing the fine line they are sitting on in Athens with the campus police and at UGA with the iron-clad drug policy, these kids still put themselves and their immediate misguided interests before the team. Not even a month after Bacarri Rambo dropped in the draft to the fourth round after facing multiple suspensions, this heir apparent figures he can take his five recruiting stars and get by the cops' noses and Butts-Mehre's pissing cup.
I guess what I'm saying is, as a fan I continue to be befuddled by the fact that our own drug policy hurts the team year in and year out, all while seemingly doing little to change the behavior year in and year out. And the added byproduct is it keeps the AJC sports staff in business. Wahoo! Quite obviously, to expect athletes to not smoke dope while we're providing them with a campus full of the best looking women the south has to offer, housing in the best city Earth has to offer, several chances each fall to play tackle football on television, and oh by the way, also a college education free of charge, is an expectation wrought with contempt.
Yes, bewilderment lives in the hearts and minds of the Georgia football fan. But if I were Coach Richt I'd be hotter than seven bloody hells.