Monday's Meatloaf - From Folsom With Hate

Wait....you hear that? That's a deep breath full of oxygen. It's nice to be back at or reasonably near sea level, where we use trees for paper, gasoline for fuel and bikes for garage sale fodder.


Although the trip out west would eventually end in anger and despair, on the way out to Boulder Friday I couldn't help but feel a little sad. These are trips I really look forward to taking with the Dawgs. I enjoy seeing other stadiums in other cities. I like meeting other fans, both ones who wear red and black as well as other opposing colors. Other than Louisville in 2012, this would stand as the final call for travel Dawgs to venture into out of conference territories.

Don't get me wrong, I am damn glad Georgia got Greg McGarity to come home. I trust him to do what he feels is best for UGA Athletics as a whole. It's hard to argue against his experience. But it's still gonna be hard to let go of boarding a plane and seeing those silver britches under someone else's lights.

And you better believe I'm not the only one. Everywhere I went this weekend we spoke with business owners who only saw two colors, red...and green. The buffalo student section may have treated us rudely, but the Boulder area hotels, restaurant and bar owners couldn't get over how vast the sea of red was and how much money it was willing to spill onto Pearl Street.

And given the 1-4 start here, right now it's hard to envision comforting bowl destinations.

Today's Ingredients

• I can't help but wonder, will little Rodney Stewart be SEC PotW?
• Over at BI, Murray Poole rewinds Colorado.
• Evaluating AJs return is bittersweet. Fletcher pens some truth in that as Green goes so does Bobo's hopes the offense. But perhaps Doug illustrates it best.
• A wise man once said after his hiring, They've gone out on a limb, there's no doubt about it. Given that this is the worst start since that man's 1990 season, PWD looks at some lessons we Coach Richt can take from Goff's lackluster tenure.
• ecdawg finds a picture is worth 53000 words. 
• Meanwhile, Kit is simply broken.
• Running into Exile on the bourbon aisle at the Boulder LiquorMart on Saturday morning is about as ironic as a 5'7" 175 lb back not being able to run up the middle. Yet I digress...the man from the cornfield weighs in with the good, bad and ugly.
• Another DamnGoodDawg, Big Muddy Dawg offers his thoughts as well over at Year of the Dawg.
• Martin Van Dawgin points out just how bad the CU Athletics program (and specifically football) is here in October 2010. And yet we lose.
• As I was standing in the ridiculously long line at halftime (does Folsom have only one restroom...??) I overheard a CU alum describing just how bad the situation is in Boulder. Bad coach with a worthless AD, recipe for disaster. Of course, the Dawg fan he was talking to just had to bring up RedPantyGate. YOU BEEN TRUMP'D BUFFy!!!1
• The Senator makes a compelling case for the impact of new assistant coaches.
• Looking forward, Weiszer explains that the voWels are just as heartbroken. Saturday's gonna come down to who shows theirs the most.
• Kim tells us everything we need to know about lil' Dooley's HillBillys.
• Rex's prediction on the FU/Bama game was WAY off, but his analysis of floriDuh's kicking situation could spell trouble for the vile reptiles.
•  Lastly, if I'd known this was a major at Duke I woulda taken my SATs more seriously. (h/t Arapahoe Tailgate Nation)

Oh Boulder, how I'll miss you. Some special shout-outs to Bop! Pizza for their organic pies. Yes, that's Bop, as in Boulder Organic Pizza. I laughed at the name too, until I had finished devouring a couple slices. Also to Juanitas for the worst margarita in North America (sidenote: Boulderians evidently refer to them affectionately as margs. Perhaps a better name would be lime flavored dishwater). Seriously, these people couldn't make an acceptable version of this Mexican cocktail if you spotted them a fifth of Patron, two limes and a senorita with a shaker. A straw poll of Georgians who were in the area over the weekend confirms this.


Looking back, I guess I shoulda known it was going to go downhill quickly Saturday after a rousing game of drunken H-O-R-S-E with Travis, who didn't let his lack of a mortgage payment get in the way of his strangely accurate jump shot. Maybe I'll start drinking my Natty Ice tall boys from a paper bag.


But perhaps BulldogJosh illustrates in one picture what a visit to Boulder is like. These folks take their tree hugging and recycling to levels that make Al Gore blush. Allow 20,000 students to say the F word to visitors wearing red is quite acceptable. But nudge a bike rider on Arapahoe Ave in your rented Suburban...or put your recyclable plate anywhere but in the compost pile and you're suddenly being read your Miranda Rights.


But it does have it's highlights, being in Boulder CO. For the first time I drank bourbon out of a biodegradable plastic cup (evidently made from corn). I also had several solicitations to contribute monetarily to marijuana research. I applaud college students who take science seriously. And I was taunted post-game by a denizen who sleeps in a cardboard flat adjacent to a creek bed. 

No, it wasn't Travis. But it may have been Mork and Mindy's lovechild. Bastard.

Sorry the meatloaf was late for breakfast Reader. It just took a little longer to cook the hate off. Now go on and get outta here. Unless you wanna help unpack.


Bernie