George Rogers is not Happy!
I called George Rogers today for my annual bit of fun. For the record, I am not a true trash talker. However, I do have a good enough relationship with George that I can poke a little fun and predict a Georgia victory. I have talked before about how George and I met on the recruiting trail. I see him now about once a year and talk a couple of more times when possible.
I called him this morning and said Georgia was going to spank that behind tomorrow night…I can’t print George’s response, although he was laughing as he said it. The only thing that we did agree on is that it’s usually close.
Heck the two games we(UGA) won during my four years versus South Carolina were -15-13 in 1977 and 13-10 in 1980. Yep, two field goals in each game were the difference.
Your welcome…lol!
I SAID IT’S GREAT TO BE A GEORGIA BULLDOG!
Boy oh Boy, If you could see me now. Dancing around the house in my Uga VII underoos, it’s quite a sight to be sure. My great dane Brody went upstairs to avoid any further contact, while I’m in this state of football euphoria. I don’t think it will subside though for quite awhile.
Maybe by around 6:30 or so…
It’s like I said a couple of days ago, this blog and the contact with you Dawg Fans has really made this a special season already. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when the Dawgs win today and officially start this ride of 2009. It may have some ups and downs but but it’s going to be a great ride!
Go Dawgs!
Georgia Football…My Pre-Game Preparation, Then and Now
The “IveyLeaguer” has posed a question I should have answered already. My old routine included mentally covering every conceivable scenario and how I would react. A concept I learned from NASA procedures, believe it or not. I liked the idea of knowing what you would do in the “heat of battle” well before the battle. NASA wrote it all down, I just visualized it all, over and over and over.
This created a sort of self- induced nervousness that meant many sleepless nights during game week. I roamed the “halls” of McWhorter Hall many, many nights. While my team mates had visions of Sugar Bowls dancing in their heads, I was a zombie. But what it translated into on Saturday was a feeling of complete confidence and no doubts.
On Game day, I had a definite ritual involving everything from what I ate and drank at the pregame meal, to watching a little LOONEY TUNES on TV…Yep, Bugs was always a favorite. I also got dressed in a particular order…socks first then pants…then jersey. Nothing superstitious but like Coach Russell always said.”Why take chances?’
Prep these days is much simpler..plenty of football food..a variety of beverages…my new Sharp Aquos I got for last bowl season…and simply assuming the position at 12:00 noon and then game after game after game.
Go Dawgs!
Trash Can Attacks on the Rise in North Georgia Town
I was shocked recently to learn of a rash of viscious attacks attributed to trash cans in the Chatsworth, Georgia area. Apparently there is a park frequented by area residents for recreation and exercise. One North Georgia woman was quoted as saying it was the most “harrowing experience of her life”.
The woman escaped with just some bruises to her elbow, but the real damage may run very deep. Trying to suppress the tears she was overheard saying,”That dad-gum trash can better not show his face ’round here any more, I’m gonna carry me a handgun , if I ever do go out of the house again. sniff sniff.
No one knows how long the rogue trash cans have been in North Georgia. Many feel they have migrated from New York and New Jersey where a very aggressive make of trash can is manufactured and has long been a source of terror in the streets.
Bulldog Travel Plans
One week from today, many of you will wake up in Oklahoma. Another group of you will be on your way to the airport to make your way to watch Georgia/Oklahoma State. I can’t help with those travel plans, but if you love to travel and you know who you are, I can help with some post season options.
RTK Travel specializes in International flights and other accommodations. One of the newest destinations of great interest is Poland. Whereas other European countries have been much more popular for years, Poland is all of a sudden an international hotspot.
The best airfare for next January 10 is listed below. American Airlines connecting with Polish Airlines is your best bet, through www.Expedia.com.
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You may also want to check out this great website to see what exciting adventures await in this historic land. While you are there you may want to take in a sporting event. Polish soccer is well worth a try, especially if you can find someone that can fit in your carry on luggage.
Those Vainglorious Beesturds
I am so sorry, but I just could not resist. Is it not perfect? After winning the “State Championship” for the first time since 2000, you’d think that Tech had won an ACC Championship or a National Championship or something. The seniors of 2008 voted to put 45-42 on their Chic-fil-a Bowl ring? I can actually understand that. The 1990 Tech team won a share of the MNC, something unique in Tech’s history. The 2008 squad did something just as unique. They beat Georgia.
I found a very informative article in the Bleacher Report, published just two weeks after last year’s game. The writer was very prophetic in his guess that Tech would act as if this somehow put them on par with THE University of Georgia. That is a worthy goal to be sure, but a goal measured over years and years of success against the toughest of competition, the SEC.
Or maybe winning more than 12 games in 45 years against your in-state rival.
((((((((12-33))))))) – Hahahahahahahahaha!
Esteban Ocho Cinco es Magnifico en Futbol, Si o No?
Will wonders never cease? I knew I felt an affinity towards the artist formerly known as Chad Johnson, but I never knew why. Now I do. Chad grew up a soccer player and still considers soccer his favorite sport. The Cincinnati Bengals needed help last night with kicker Shane Graham nursing a sore goin, Chad filled in admirably. His PAT turned out to be the difference in a 7-6 game against the Patriots. If you have not seen the highlights, you must. His PAT looked as good as any NFL kicker you will ever see. Pretty amazing. His performance does not diminish the difficulty of kicking, it demonstrates his superior athletic abilities. Hehe.
What NOT to Wear…in Training Camp
The year was 1982 and I was in training camp with the Miami Dolphins. I had started out in Denver that summer and was still struggling with consistency kicking off the ground. I was very happy to be in Miami as I had been a fan of the Dolphins and Coach Don Shula for years. I will never forget meeting him for the first time, at practice after having been picked up from the waiver wire.
He called me over and said he was glad to have me in camp. He then asked how much I weighed…I said 197….he said don’t get over 200 lbs and pinched my stomach. As crazy as it sounds that made me feel good that he actually knew me and my tendency to struggle with my weight.
Yes, that’s right I said TENDENCY…pfft!
But that’s not what this post is about. It’s about thinking about what you say and do and wear in every situation. You may have heard of the TV show, WHAT NOT TO WEAR. Well it sometimes is a matter of life and death. One of my old team mates, punter Mark Malkiewicz gave me a tee shirt in 1981. His parents had moved to Poway, California to relocate their mattress business and factory. You may or may not know that Poway is a suburb of San Diego. Mark brought me a Chargers tee shirt on one of his trips back home. It was cool, but it was just another tee shirt to me.
Can you feel the stupidity building?
So one day I went to lunch wearing said shirt. Bad, bad mistake. Have you ever heard of Bob Kuechenberg? Bob was a NFL Hall of Fame offensive lineman. He played at Notre Dame back when they were still Notre Dame. Let me just say, he was a bad man. Bob approached me and “suggested” that I take that _____ shirt off. I asked if I could wait til I got back to my room or did I have to do it in the cafeteria. He let me go back to my room, the fact that I was still alive was a bonus.
Now, do you by chance remember the 1982 AFC Playoff game when the Dolphins played the Chargers in one of the most historic games on record. It was a back and forth knockdown drag out war, that ultimately the Chargers won in overtime. Kellen Winslow became a legend that night. Think about if the tee shirt incident had happened after that game and not before. Holy Crap!
How I could do something so stupid still baffles me.
For those of you that know me, don’t say a word.
On a positive note I did finish my time a Miami with a great game against the New York Football Giants. I had field goals of 42 and 53 yards and a 31 yarder to win in overtime.
This is the Money You Could be Saving with Geeko
The season is almost here. Practice has started and the build-up is making it hard for me to hold my Stillwater, if you know what I mean. As always it’s interesting to compare and contrast where things stand with the Dawgs and Jackets. One jacket fan continues to be a pain in the blog…leaving the very creative message (((45-42)))hahahahahaha. EVERY FREAKIN’ DAY. Now I know that there is alot of pent up frustration in the JackNation. Losing gets old, even to losers. But where is all this superior intellect I have always heard about. What I’ve learned is that intellect does not include things like maturity and class.
Now, obviously no Georgia Bulldog fan would do anything so obnoxious……….anyhoo.
You know it’s true that folks that align themselves with the trade school can expect to spend less money than their hated rivals at UGA. From season tickets to the fan swag they consider for purchase, it’s all about supply and demand. Red and black has always been a very popular color combination even in the fashion world. It’s classic. Georgia Tech has never experienced such a combination. Navy and/or black are okay as one component in the mix, but when your other choice is piss yellow, and the only upgrade you can come up with is baby poop gold, demand goes way, way down.
So if you want to be an engineer and save money at the same time,
call your Geeko representative.
SEC Rivals Crossing the Line
You may have heard about the Tennessee and Auburn billboards that will grace the Atlanta area soon. Lame Kiffin and Eric Berry are shown prominently. I have not seen the Tennessee pieces of…..”artwork”, but I did see this Auburn ____ three times this week…I took this picture with my Blackberry somewhere between Dallas and Rockmart on Highway 278…are there some prospects in Cedartown or something?
I would say let’s put one up in Auburn and Knoxville, but is there anybody we want in those areas? Especially Big Urange Country. When was the last time we got someone of value in East Tennessee? Hmmm. This was in the paper.
G, I love the “U” Too
I love The University of Georgia. That’s THE University of Georgia. The “G”. I do have a couple of new “loves”. Well, love is a strong word. A word one shouldn’t throw around or use lightly. Maybe infatuation would be a better word. I was listening to sports talk radio and the discussion started with Urban Meyer’s raise to $4 million a year to whether this closed the door of him possibly going to Notre Dame someday. His buy-out is only $500,000.00, small change for most top tier programs. He would be crazy to leave Gainesville, but as the commentator said, high achievers seek challenges, and the Urbanator is an achiever. Okay, we’ll go with achiever, sure.
All of a sudden, someone mentioned Mark Richt. I threw up in my mouth a little. I regained my composure enough to hear it said that if Miami continues to struggle that over time Coach Richt may consider a return to his Alma mater. To resurrect that program a challenge worth considering. At this point I puked out the window, luckily it was down.
Coach Richt has said repeatedly that he considers Athens his home now, but I for one will not take chances. That is why I will be ordering some Miami Hurricane swag and for good measure, Florida State as well. Nothing orange mind you, some green for the “U” and I look dang good in garnet and gold, if I do say so myself.
I will have to be more organized this fall and coordinate my wardrobe throughout the day on Saturdays. I don’t know about your secondary affiliations, but I want all Dawg fans to get on board the train to keep Coach Mark Richt in Athens where he belongs. I don’t want officials from Miami or Florida State rethinking their most recent moves and look northward for alternatives.
Bobby Bowden needs to retire and let Jimbo Fisher truly lead the Seminoles. I am hopeful Randy Shannon can continue the Miami revival and win big in the ACC. Besides leaving our coach alone, that would mean beating the “bees” on a regular basis.
A true win-win-win-lose!
Georgia Lineman, The Fat and the Furious
The line of scrimmage, where it all begins and ends in our game. I feel a special affinity for these guys. I always appreciated the protection they gave me on field goals and extra points; but even more than that, I love ‘em because I was one of them. That’s right, I was a D-Lineman in high school. My retired number 70 jersey hangs in the hallway of Marietta High School today, an ever-present reminder of a fat boy made good. Even in college I was often asked if I was a center or guard when on All-American trips. But my value as a defensive tackle can only be described as minimal, thereby prompting my high school coach Ray Broadaway to suggest I become a specialist my senior year since I was being recruited as a kicker, not a sticker. Even so, I did make a few tackles on kickoffs while at UGA…so there!
Anyhoo, in 2008, when the Dawgs lost Trinton Sturdivant in pre-season and Jeff Owens in the first game to season ending injuries, that was really almost too much to overcome. But overcome they did. Coach Stacy Searels took one of the youngest offensive lines in memory and molded them to perform adequately enough to allow Stafford and Moreno to shine. They will need to improve a great deal to provide protection for Joe Cox and opportunities for our stable of running backs. A shoulder injury during summer work-outs has already eliminated Tanner Strickland from competing in 2009, so once again this unit will have to be flexible and cohesive.
The D-line has the chance to be one of the best in the SEC with Jeff “The Real Deal” Owens back and Geno Atkins attempting to comeback from what some considered a subpar year for him. Kade Weston and DeAngelo Tyson should provide depth and keep the big guys fresh for four quarters.
The irresistable force and the immovable objects…the fat and the furious. They don’t get enough credit in the good times and sometimes too much blame in the bad. Proof positive that there is a fat bias in our society. Descrimination at it’s worst.
Skinny people suck…
Georgia Fans…A Little Something Sweet
Georgia Football fans should know. This blog will never “rival” the big boys for news and numbers. That’s the meat and potatoes of an online fan feast. I don’t want it to be like all the other blogs. Many have good well rounded information, like a helping of your favorite veggies. There are a few of these blogs with enough flavor to pass as a really good dessert. But I want Roughing the Kicker to be that place that when you are too full from the main course, you hold off. Then on your way home you stop by for something a little different…a special treat. I call it Blaagen Dazs. It may not be something you want to consume every day, or maybe your metabolism can take a daily helping. Who knows?
Below you will find a listing of flavors you can expect in the future:
*One flavor that has been discontinued is the Rocky Road…too much of that last year* Some new favorites are expected to be the Joe Cox Strawberry… The A.J. Green “Mint Chocolate”… The Blair Walsh Irish Cream… Justin Anderson Vanilla Bean? …and introducing Rookies and Cream for freshman only…. and all Dawg Fans love Bark Chocolate…lol…Boy, I amuse myself sometimes.
Have You Seen My Baseball?
I feel like Warren from There’s Something About Mary…wandering the streets desperately looking for my baseball. I lost my baseball back in 1994, when the players went on strike and ultimately both the season and World Series were cancelled. That’s about the same time the steroid era was in “full swing”, so to speak. Nope, that’s not my baseball either.
Baseball was my first love growing up. Both the Braves and Falcons became the focal point of a youngster’s hopes and dreams back in the mid sixties. I started playing baseball at Custer Park in Marietta, Georgia when I was nine years old. That was 1968 and I grew up watching Hank Aaron, Orlando Cepeda and my real hero, Rico Carty! The Beeg Boy! I was one of those that tried to emulate his style of batting with a modicum of success.
Now I am not naive enough to think that all baseball players in my youth were angels and deacons, but I do know that money was not the predominant issue it is today. Not a day goes by that a player’s salary or a team’s salary cap is not in the news. Money plays as important a role in management decisions as batting or earned run averages. So it will never be the same.
My Dad and older brother never miss a Braves game on TV. I still cruise by games from time to time, but only for a few minutes. I still admire athletic excellence in any sport. I listen to 680 the Fan and stay abreast of all the sports in Atlanta. That’s where I heard that today was the anniversary of the 1994 strike. It was mentioned that Major League Baseball lost a lot of fans in ’94, but Leo Mazzone said the fans came back when Mark Maguire and Sammy Sosa went on the home run tear of 1998. Oh, you mean the pumped up Roid Rangers? Well you can kiss my asterisk.
Nope that was a brief reprieve from the port-a-party baseball became, with the full knowledge and consent of the powers that be. Don’t try to tell me different, because I’m not really Warren from the movie. I love sports pure and simple. Too bad they can’t be that way ever again. Because when I lost my baseball, it lost me too.
Dirty Harry Was Right
Clint Eastwood is one of my favorite actors and he’s an even better director. I could do an entire blog on the great one liners he spouted over the years. From Dirty Harry to Josie Wales he has always had just the right words for any situation he found himself in. This kind of wisdom is hard to find and certainly words to live by.
“A man’s gotta know his limitations”…Dirty Harry
Consider this blog my attempt at an intervention of sorts. An old friend and former team mate has exercised less than good judgement in his professional life and if I don’t say something now, I will regret it for the rest of my life. He was a two sport star in college and even splits time between radio and TV now. But Buck Belue is no triple threat. He can’t sing.
I am on the road alot with my job(selling sporting goods), and even though I did not listen to 680 the Fan or Buck and Kincaid in the beginning, I listen consistently now. I have seen and talked to Buck more in the last year than the previous 25 combined. He contacted me last year about doing some clinics and we now have done a total of four in the last year. It’s been fun. We will probably tweak some things and try again next year, or after this post maybe not.
If you listen to Buck and Kincaid you probably know what I’m talking about. Buck likes music and actually alot of the same music I love. Maybe thats why I feel led to draw attention to his intermittent outburst into song. It happened again Thursday. The Black-Eyed Peas did a song a couple of years ago called “Lets get it started”. Great song. He sang a little bit at the beginning of the show today, apparently trying to get Kincaid fired up for the show. I am so glad I have heard the song many times before and like it. Otherwise, I would never want to hear it again.
I don’t think Buck considers himself a great singer, I just don’t think he cares. You have probably seen people like that at karaoke, but it’s one thing to go to a sports bar and do karaoke. It’s another to cause a pile-up on I-285 during rush hour. Both Buck and Kincaid join together to sing their rendition of Meet the Mets when the Braves beat New York. It’s called Beat the Mets, and the disharmony rivals my first marriage. That’s bad.
I’m pretty sure Buck does not read my blog, but even if he did I think he would take this post in the spirit it is intended…please quit singing!
It’s Uncle Remus, Put Another Log on the Fire!
When you put over one hundred athletes together in an athletics dorm like the now deceased McWhorter Hall, it’s going to house a few characters. I say deceased because that place was a living, breathing entity, and yes those walls could talk. I actually got a piece of the rubble from the demolition of the old dorm. It whispers to me sometimes in the night.
Have you ever known someone who loved to tell stories? I don’t mean just funny jokes, but seemingly everything that came out of the mouth was incredible, if not unbelievable. We had one of those during my four years. He was an offensive lineman dubbed Uncle Remus because of his prolific story telling. I won’t tell you his real name because as always, I’m not trying to embarass the man. He knows and a few of you might as well.
It didn’t matter what was being discussed at dinner, the TV room or in the suite, he had a story to top yours. If Scott Woerner went hunting and got a deer, Remus remembered a time he killed a bigger one, with more points. There was truly no end to his tall tales. It got to the point that one of the guys, upon hearing Remus start his comeback said, “put another log on the fire, Uncle Remus is here”!
I really hate that the players of today don’t have that chance to truly live together. It’s just another example of the NCAA focusing on the wrong issues. Back in those days, it was not just two, three or fours guys rooming together, it was the whole team. For better or worse, we were together.
NCAA Secondary Violations and a Repeat Offender
I had to get this off my chest. After reading of the 14 violations self reported by South Carolina, I can no longer keep it inside. My former team mates have been loyal to keep the secrets for the most part, at least it’s never been discussed in the media as far as I can remember. These are some mistakes of youth that stay with us forever.
I am self reporting what is now known as a secondary violation and that I was a repeat offender in the category of “impermissable snacks”. Whew! That feels so much better! Nobody told me they were performance enhancing, I just felt like I needed them, and it was so easy back then. Just pick up the phone, call Sons of Italy, Steverino’s or even the new Domino’s on Baxter! In 30 minutes or less I could be transformed.
I’m not proud of what I did, I was young, and stupid. The lure of easy pizza was just too much for me, and that’s not all. Two-liter Mountain Dews, there I said it. Hey it was the 70′s and everyone was doing it. But a Georgia Bulldog is supposed to be above this type of thing and I failed, miserably.
This blog has been a catharsis for me. It’s been nearly 30 years, and I’m not sure if the statute of limitatons has run out or not. Fact is I don’t care, I had to do this for my team, my university, my children, but mostly for myself.
I can look myself in the mirror again…ewww….
The Manly Man…reposted with permission.
The Manly Man is a swaggering man, carrying himself with pride and self-assurance. He is not a follower and may not be a leader but, is unswayed by external forces. He goes where he wants, wears what he wants and says what he wants with no fear of condemnation. A real man may even eat quiche if it pleases him.
The Manly Man is not a quitter. Comfort and difficulty do not deter the Manly Man. He does his job to the fullest. He does not whine or moan about the task at hand but rather works beyond the call of duty. His attitude is “can do” or even better “will do”. The Manly Man is most likely a Republican forging his own destiny, not relying on public aid and Democratic programs.
The Manly Man eats, he does not pick and sort his food. He knows how to order and can pick his own wine or drink. He likes spicy and robust foods and has a fondness for meat. He is not a vegetarian. If the Manly Man is required to prepare the food he prefers to cook with fire and may even use a red hot exhaust manifold under the hood of his car. The only magic he might use is the microwave, because of the possibility this method carries for “blowing things up”.
The Manly Man loves cars. The manly car can be almost any car, except such blatantly girl cars such as pink Cadillacs. Color can play a part. It could possibly be a Gremlin or other AMC product. If the manly man must drive a “heap” he must know how to make it run. Remember his work ethic and self reliance. Most manly men can do up to 80 percent of their own mechanic work. Hot metal, burning oil and caustic chemicals are the manly man’s world. Manly cars must serve their purpose first. ie. a heap with a boom-boom stereo is not manly. The Manly Man does not need air conditioning, a stereo or other worldly environmental controls. The Manly Man lives with the world he is dealt, besides what manly man has time to listen to the radio with all the wonderful mechanical music being made by his machine. This is why you will see manly men in loud machines.
Okay….not the best example.
The Manly Man likes to be entertained. He likes manly music. His music is a reflection of his way of life. It is not the Top-40 music made for the masses. It is honest, loud and individual. The Manly Man also like’s movies. A favorite actor of the Manly Man is Clint Eastwood. There are a few things that distinguish and manly movie. Number one is smoke. A manly movie must have some form of smoke. It may come from tires, guns, fires or best of all explosions. The manly movie should also have women, but is not necessary. (ie Patton, Apocalypse Now)
The Manly Man loves women (not girls) and are his weakness. The Manly Man must develop discipline in this area. The undisciplined man may become diluted and may become Hen Pecked. At this point he is no longer manly, but is a servant to the woman. The Manly Man does not hit his woman. If he goes this far or pulls an OJ he has lost discipline and control and manliness. The Manly Man does not abuse his statue or power. He need not rape, beat up or use violence to get his way. The Manly Man if truly manly, and real women can readily recognize a Manly Man, usually has enough women to suit his needs.
Now having the outline to being a Manly Man, go young man and be an example of Manliness to all those whipped Girlie Boys.
Buck Belue to Lindsey Scott, the greatest play I never saw
It’s Saturday morning and I am driving up Georgia 400 to see my old team mates Buck Belue and Lindsay Scott. We are having our third and final Champions Clinic of 2009 at Forsyth Central High School this morning. Here it is, 29 years later and we are still a team, working together. How different things might have been if not for the greatest play I never saw.
Nobody expected 1980 to be a special year. Most predicted Georgia to finish in the middle of the pack, maybe barely above average, and those were the ones that liked us. Yet here we were, 8-0 going to the “WLOCP”…shhhh, and ranked number 2 in the country. We arrived in Jacksonville, just like every year, with electricity in the air. Little did anyone know that history was about to be made.
I always loved the Florida game; it was like a rest stop 2/3 of the way on a long road trip. There was nothing like it. It was neither a home or away game, it was THE game. A game we usually won. But Florida was waiting for us this year.
I always prepared especially hard for the “F”, because of Chris Collinsworth, the Gators great wide receiver and return man. I hated giving him a chance to return kick-offs against us and most of the time I succeeded by kicking it deep. Chris and I had actually become friends at the Playboy All American week-end in early 1980.
Howard Richards(Missouri)
EJ Junior(Alabama)
(The Blogger)
Chris Collinsworth(Florida)
Let’s get back to the game. It started off well enough, with Herschel bursting up our side-line on the fourth play for 73 yards and a touchdown. But Florida kept coming back and at half-time I told my holder Jim Broadway, “Be ready, we may have to win this thing with a field goal”. I was a senior, but Jim was a sophomore in his first year of varsity action. He had done a great job, but we had not faced this kind of situation all year.
When the drama unfolded late in the game, Florida had gone ahead 21-20 on a Brian Clark field goal. Then on our last drive, a Florida punt had pinned us back inside our 10 yard line. As everyone in the Dawg Nation knows by now, we actually lost a yard on one of our first two downs. Third and eleven from our own seven yard line. I think there were 63 seconds to go in the game, as Larry would say. As the play began, I could see the ball in the air, Lindsay caught it and turned up field…I thought, “He’s going to get in field goal range, I have to get my tee”! So as I turned to go get it, everyone else was jumping up and down cheering, but I had my back turned and missed it. I was actually trying to keep it together for what might be coming up.
As ole Lady Luck would have it Lindsay kept running, thanks to Larry’s encouragement from on high. He might still be running if not for the “bowl” in Gator Bowl. I was happy to see it all on the news the next day and about a thousand times since on video. “The Play” was the last great springboard to the National Championship, as we moved to number one in the country the next day(Thanks Tech!).
Chris and I just moments after Belue to Scott…He was not happy…heehee.
Lane Kiffin, UT still getting national “exposure”…lol
Steve Spurrier is about as big a jerk as you or I would ever hope to meet. But I swear I would kiss him square on the mouth for putting Lane “We have to be aggressive and be in the national spotlight” Kiffin, in his place yesterday. Word is, LK is close to being able to do interviews again, as soon as he gets out of time-out. (more…)
The New F-word…
It’s not what you think. I just wanted to get your attention. I am so sick of hearing about THAT place and THOSE people, I don’t think I’m ever going there on vacation ever again. My dad moved back from PCB last year, I know what Mickey Mouse looks like, I get my oranges from Publix.
We must draw a line in the sand!
It’s all some people can talk about. Can we cross the border and ever win on a regular basis? Uh yeah…it’s not the Bermuda Short Triangle, which some believe exists and is thought to be between Fernandina Beach, McClenny and St Augustine. Apparently great football players, at least those wearing red and black, all of a sudden lose their athletic ability. I think it’s called Ereptile Dysfunction. I call it BS.
Those teams from the F-State have always had great players with tremendous talent. I heard on one radio show or maybe it was on the Dawgvent that stated that the growth in the state of “F” have changed the dynamics of the W.L.O.C.P. shhhh or as some would say, the AA meeting for a beating. Well, unless the next QB is an 80 year old red shirt freshman named Haime Abramowicz, I ain’t making that excuse. The Dynamics that have changed is the Coitch…SS and UM…see I don’t even say their names in mixed company anymore.
See that face! We can make him do it again!
There is a fine line between focus and obsession and an even finer one between obsession and you are just being stupid. Are you one of those that has lost all perspective? I have talked about it once in the past week, because of someone else’s(MR) comments regarding the “F”.
Believe me, we should be worried about the “OS”.
Tennessee Fans, Is it just me or…
Have the University of Tennessee faithful been quieter than usual? Of course their new coach has said plenty, more than enough for most SEC fans. It just seems that the few Tennessee people I do interact with, are(to quote Elmer Fudd) vewy, vewy quiet. It’s a beautiful thing! I do try and keep my exposure to the hillbilly bunch to a minimum, but I used to work with one that had an excuse for any and every thing that happened in obKnoxville. Luckily I left that company, so much of what Coach Kiffin has uttered came after my departure. It’s hard to figure how anyone in that position could say the wrong thing so often. Seems like the taste of shoe leather would get old, but maybe not.
Kiffin has thrown out everything from accusations of cheating of other SEC coaches to tweaking Mark Richt about UGA’s recruiting in the State of Georgia. He’s seemingly trying to “tick off ” as many people as possible. Some goal. Why add fuel to the opposition’s competitive fire when you’re the Head Coach of a dieing ember. Heck, worry about your guys, or at least the ones who stay. If the trend continues, they will be filming WaterBoy 2 in Big Orange Country this fall. Bobby Boucher’s mother confirmed that they had been contacted.
Mrs. Boucher commented, “Dat Coitch Kibben is da Debil”!
And this week…From ajc.com…(Maxie)
Sometimes tweeting ain’t worth the twouble.
When Troup junior defensive end J.C. Copeland committed to Tennessee Tuesday, a comment appeared on coach Lane Kiffin’s Facebook and Twitter accounts. It read simply, “I was so excited to hear that J.C. Copeland committed to play for the Vols today!”
Unfortunately, the assistant who posted that to Kiffin’s accounts committed a minor recruiting violation by doing so, and Tennessee is going to report itself to the NCAA.
It’s a small thing, until you pile it on top of everything else. That’s why it’s good to keep a low profile, because “things happen”. But when you as the leader of the program are repeatedly the reason for the embarassment, you can’t point fingers, although he is likely to try.
Tennessee is attempting to nip this in the bud, realizing their Coach IS relatively young and inexperienced at this level.
A part of the on-going program was captured in the picture below.
Did anybody get that tag number?
Most of my mornings begin with a rundown of a checklist of what joints in my body actually DON’T hurt. You may be thinking to yourself wait, wasn’t he JUST a kicker? And you would be oh so wrong. The litany of injuries I have sustained paid for many a lake house and Mercedes Benz in my day. I don’t want to name names, Sturkie, Payne, McKinnon. I got to know every doctor in the practice AND the physical therapist, a substantial Greek woman named Suvall. I’m pretty sure Suvall means “sadistic giver of pain” in the original Greek. That practice in Marietta is now known as Pinnacle Orthopedics.
My first broken bone was in 7th grade. Our P.E. coach was the high school wrestling coach, Bubba Davis. During the winter months when we had inclement weather, we would wrestle on the gym stage. The only guy about my size was a guy who had failed a couple of grades and much more developed physically. I was the kid whose mother was in constant search of the “HUSKY” section at Goldstein’s, Leiter’s and Sears. You know, more Incredible Bulk than Hulk. This guy got me down, took my right wrist and broke and dislocated my right elbow. It didn’t feel too good…I have it on good authority, it looked even worse.
The next year, between 8th and 9th grade, I broke my right ankle playing summer league baseball. In 10th grade broken right index finger playing basketball in P.E. There were several sprained ankles, usually doing stupid things. Oddly enough, I never did anything major playing football.
Some of you old timers may remember I did not kick-off my freshman year at UGA. A senior walk-on named Cary Long earned that job. I did kick-off a couple of times though. Once was against Auburn. It was a pretty good kick, several yards deep in the end zone. I was admiring the hang-time when BOOM! One of L.A.’s finest, and that ain’t sayin’ much, decided he was gonna go after the kicker. Ooooo, aren’t we tough?! I have included a recent picture of the perp below.
Anyhoo, I think the technical word is ass over tea-kettle. The first thing that hit the ground was the back side of my shoulder pads and I flipped over backwards(ass over tea kettle). The only thing that stopped me was the hedges. Wow! You know, I never heard the phrase, keep your head on a swivel until the day AFTER the Auburn game. Thanks coach!
To add insult to injury, the next day when we all watched the kick films as a team, they replayed it over and over and over again. The requisite BOOM when contact was made and the laughter that followed. It was special.
The other instance that comes to mind is the 1978 Tech game after Scott Woerner returned a punt for a touchdown. The ensuing kick-off was decent, again several yards deep. I’ll be danged if Drew Hill doesn’t bring it out, right up the Tech sideline. I went down behind the main line of coverage and started bearing left and tried to dive and make the tackle, to no avail. The safety couldn’t get him either, touchdown Tech! My right shoulder took the brunt of that diving attempt, the only positive thing about that play was I took out Pepper Rodgers on the sideline.
Okay I am done complaining, there are so many guys who have it worse than I do. So many more collisions, day in and day out. I am actually thankful to have been, “just a kicker”.
Hey I’m fifty, I am going to deal with it. Pass the Aleve and the ice bag.
Tell me what you really think!