Go Dawgs! #therealones
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Gameday Liveblog - Missy State
Some sights, sounds and gameday info coming your way from Athens, GA.
Go Dawgs! #therealones
Go Dawgs! #therealones
Friday, September 30, 2011
Friday Misery, chapter 3: fake canines edition
Spanking ol Nutt up and down the field last weekend did little to quash my misery. To make matters worse we have to play host to the cheaters this weekend. Sure, they refused to pony up to Mr. Newton fell short of the asking price turned sCam's bagman away but they copied our mascot just like a 10th grade physics exam.
Plus, last season they manhandled us when the game was in the balance. Is there an equal and opposite reaction this season?
Fake Dogs
Uga was born into the Bulldog Nation in 1956. Five years later the Missy State Aggies adopted "Bully". Fifty years have passed and they still can't live up to their mascot's name. Aside from a 1998 appearance in the SEC Championship game and some uncharacteristic toughness last season, the Cowbells have mostly just clanked.
I've been to Starkville. It reminds me of a port-o-let: functional, but you just can't wait to be done with your business and get the hell out of there. But being trapped in a town that modern conveniences like electricity and running water left behind decades ago is no reason to steal a mascot. Imitation might be the sincerest form of flattery, but this the South son. The only thing we should be trying to imitate is Grandma's grits.
Buy in
As much as the door to the UGA tackle football program has been used recently you'd think Coach Richt would just take the friggin' thing off the hinges. The latest departures were Derek Owens and Kendrun Malcome...then Boo came back. So we're not so thin at RB anymore, but I'm still perplexed.
This is going to start to sound like a Get off my lawn!!! rant, so you've been warned. I mean, what happened to the idea of hard work pays off? I mean damn, QB is the hardest position to break through if you're a back up and DJ Shockley waited 5 years to play. The G used to mean something to every player.
And don't start making excuses for these players that leave either. That makes fans sound ignorant. I know why Owens was unhappy, just like I understand why Malcome is frustrated. But damn, keep working and get ready. Don't settle for seemingly greener pastures just so you can drop a load.
Dewey-Decibels
If you're in the stands tomorrow, get loud. It's not a library folks. You're starting to really piss me off with this sitting on your hands and waiting for a microfiche machine to fall in your lap. (For you younger readers, microfiche is like Google without the bandwidth) If you're at Sanford to do research you've reached the wrong venue. Leave the decimal filing system for Monday's action. Let's use the Dewey-Decibel system instead.
To participate just try talking to the guy who's sitting in the seat across the stadium instead of the guy sitting next to you. If I can hear myself think it's a pretty good bet that the MSU offensive line can hear Chris Relf or that skinnier white kid that LSU nearly put in the hospital.
How do you win in the Dewey-Decibel System? Glad you asked. If the preacher can't hear your voice in the Call to Worship Sunday morning, you win. Simple. The raspier and ripped to shreds your vocal cords are, the better.
Trench Warfare
Losing to any team from the state of Mississippi is a lot like losing a Miss America pageant to Slovakian woman in a size 18 housecoat with warts in unkind places. It just shouldn't happen. But losing to the feaux dogs like we did last year is especially unbecoming. The bully became the bullee as they pushed our guys around like ragdolls and controlled the clock and the first down markers.
If the same thing happens tomorrow I'm going to go ahead and apologize to those in the row in front of me, because I will get sick to my stomach and it won't be pretty. There's no reason to get pushed around like that again. It's our playground and we should enjoy the swing as long as we want damnit. Give ol' Dan a taste of what it's like to be the kid in loafers at recess.
Nothing short of dominating these half-bred, trailer squatin', live-in-a-town-with-a-semi-functional-water-tower, cowbell clanking mouth breathers will do.
GATA....Dawgs!
Plus, last season they manhandled us when the game was in the balance. Is there an equal and opposite reaction this season?
Fake Dogs
Uga was born into the Bulldog Nation in 1956. Five years later the Missy State Aggies adopted "Bully". Fifty years have passed and they still can't live up to their mascot's name. Aside from a 1998 appearance in the SEC Championship game and some uncharacteristic toughness last season, the Cowbells have mostly just clanked.
I've been to Starkville. It reminds me of a port-o-let: functional, but you just can't wait to be done with your business and get the hell out of there. But being trapped in a town that modern conveniences like electricity and running water left behind decades ago is no reason to steal a mascot. Imitation might be the sincerest form of flattery, but this the South son. The only thing we should be trying to imitate is Grandma's grits.
Buy in
As much as the door to the UGA tackle football program has been used recently you'd think Coach Richt would just take the friggin' thing off the hinges. The latest departures were Derek Owens and Kendrun Malcome...then Boo came back. So we're not so thin at RB anymore, but I'm still perplexed.
This is going to start to sound like a Get off my lawn!!! rant, so you've been warned. I mean, what happened to the idea of hard work pays off? I mean damn, QB is the hardest position to break through if you're a back up and DJ Shockley waited 5 years to play. The G used to mean something to every player.
And don't start making excuses for these players that leave either. That makes fans sound ignorant. I know why Owens was unhappy, just like I understand why Malcome is frustrated. But damn, keep working and get ready. Don't settle for seemingly greener pastures just so you can drop a load.
Dewey-Decibels
If you're in the stands tomorrow, get loud. It's not a library folks. You're starting to really piss me off with this sitting on your hands and waiting for a microfiche machine to fall in your lap. (For you younger readers, microfiche is like Google without the bandwidth) If you're at Sanford to do research you've reached the wrong venue. Leave the decimal filing system for Monday's action. Let's use the Dewey-Decibel system instead.
To participate just try talking to the guy who's sitting in the seat across the stadium instead of the guy sitting next to you. If I can hear myself think it's a pretty good bet that the MSU offensive line can hear Chris Relf or that skinnier white kid that LSU nearly put in the hospital.
How do you win in the Dewey-Decibel System? Glad you asked. If the preacher can't hear your voice in the Call to Worship Sunday morning, you win. Simple. The raspier and ripped to shreds your vocal cords are, the better.
Trench Warfare
Losing to any team from the state of Mississippi is a lot like losing a Miss America pageant to Slovakian woman in a size 18 housecoat with warts in unkind places. It just shouldn't happen. But losing to the feaux dogs like we did last year is especially unbecoming. The bully became the bullee as they pushed our guys around like ragdolls and controlled the clock and the first down markers.
If the same thing happens tomorrow I'm going to go ahead and apologize to those in the row in front of me, because I will get sick to my stomach and it won't be pretty. There's no reason to get pushed around like that again. It's our playground and we should enjoy the swing as long as we want damnit. Give ol' Dan a taste of what it's like to be the kid in loafers at recess.
Nothing short of dominating these half-bred, trailer squatin', live-in-a-town-with-a-semi-functional-water-tower, cowbell clanking mouth breathers will do.
GATA....Dawgs!
Boo!...merang!
Boo's been frustrated. Boo's been buried. Boo decided to walk out...then had a second change of heart. Lucky for him Coach Richt felt the same way.
Something has been up between Malcome and the coaches for awhile. I hope this recent development has helped recharge Kendrun's battery. Cuz we could use his motor.
“If Ken came to me tomorrow and said `Coach, I lost my mind I’m sorry, and I’d love to come back and compete here at Georgia,’ I’d hug his neck and say come on,” Richt said Wednesday.Malcome met with Richt prior to practice Wednesday to inform him he wanted to leave the team because he felt he had slipped too far behind in the competition at tailback.Richt told the media Malcome said he “felt like he had gotten so far behind in the competition at his position that he felt like he needed to go to another school and get a fresh start and maybe get a better opportunity to play.”After reports that Malcome was leaving hit the Internet Wednesday night, he had a change of heart. He phoned Richt and set up a meeting on Thursday.After the two met, Malcome was reinstated to play for the team. Malcome is currently the No. 5 tailback on the depth chart, behind Isaiah Crowell, Richard Samuel,Carlton Thomas and Brandon Harton. His only carry of the season went for no gain.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Crowell's next hurdle
Isaiah Crowell leads the team in rushing yards, carries and likely in enthusiasm. So in many ways I think the next big step for the freshman running back is the same as the first one: don't let your head get in the way of your feet.
Early in the Ole Miss game Crowell was busting big runs and gashing Ole Miss' defense to shreds. That was a good thing. However, he was also running his mouth after the play just about as fast as his legs were moving during the play.
Now, I'm not so old that I don't enjoy seeing a kid get excited and pumped up after making a big play. But it reached a point where I was surprised he did not draw a flag. It's one thing to get up off a tackle jawwing, it's quite another to face an opponent, jumping up and down while doing so.
And we weren't the only ones who saw it. Richt ran about half way to the huddle to try and speak to Crowell. I'm not sure the kid ever heard him over the noise, and it ended with a pat on the butt.
I guess when you put an 18 year old in the "missing man" formation you run some risk of inflating an ego, creating a monster. And let's not get into the whole #1 jersey thing again. I'd just hate to see the kid make a game changing play only to have it wiped out by a little yellow flag.
Richt seems to have brought a monster to Athens. It's up to Isaiah Crowell to keep from destroying the village.
Early in the Ole Miss game Crowell was busting big runs and gashing Ole Miss' defense to shreds. That was a good thing. However, he was also running his mouth after the play just about as fast as his legs were moving during the play.
Now, I'm not so old that I don't enjoy seeing a kid get excited and pumped up after making a big play. But it reached a point where I was surprised he did not draw a flag. It's one thing to get up off a tackle jawwing, it's quite another to face an opponent, jumping up and down while doing so.
And we weren't the only ones who saw it. Richt ran about half way to the huddle to try and speak to Crowell. I'm not sure the kid ever heard him over the noise, and it ended with a pat on the butt.
I guess when you put an 18 year old in the "missing man" formation you run some risk of inflating an ego, creating a monster. And let's not get into the whole #1 jersey thing again. I'd just hate to see the kid make a game changing play only to have it wiped out by a little yellow flag.
Richt seems to have brought a monster to Athens. It's up to Isaiah Crowell to keep from destroying the village.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Munson's candles
Ole Lady Luck....a hobnail boot...my God a freshman...hunker down...one more time...the whatchamacallit...worse than bonkers...a metal steel chair with a 5" cushion...plus thousands more...
Gonna need a really big cake!
Happy Birthday Mr. Munson!
Gonna need a really big cake!
Happy Birthday Mr. Munson!
Wag the Dawg fan
Wasn't it only yesterday we were gleaning our inside information from players' tweets/posts/conversations with reporters, seemingly even before the coaches knew about it? Now things are much different.
Some fans might be preoccupied with every status update of every player. Me, I'd rather have a coaching staff that has a firm grasp on the comings and goings of the team; always at least a step ahead of the most obsessive BookFace user.
For instance, I wasn't aware that Rantavious Wooten was even in a car wreck until Monday night. Didn't even know he hadn't made the trip to Oxford. Of course, I admitted that I had done little to no reading Sunday as we traveled back to Atlanta ourselves. But still, in years past this is the kind of stuff thousands of Twitter followers would know about in real time.
The case of Derek Owens' impending transfer proves there's no perfect way to suppress information that's going to get out before everything is settled. But, I think I enjoy the ambiguity in most cases.
Georgia reserve running back Ken Malcome didn’t travel to Ole Miss and wasn’t at practice Tuesday. “He had some illness that we sort of sent him home,” running backs coach Bryan McClendon said. “He went and got looked at this morning. …He got sent home just so he could get better.”Some illness that we sort of sent him home...ok. He may very well have been sick. And I hope Boo feels better. But what intrigues me is the tone I take from that quote. "If it's truly your business and pertinent we'll let ya know."
Some fans might be preoccupied with every status update of every player. Me, I'd rather have a coaching staff that has a firm grasp on the comings and goings of the team; always at least a step ahead of the most obsessive BookFace user.
For instance, I wasn't aware that Rantavious Wooten was even in a car wreck until Monday night. Didn't even know he hadn't made the trip to Oxford. Of course, I admitted that I had done little to no reading Sunday as we traveled back to Atlanta ourselves. But still, in years past this is the kind of stuff thousands of Twitter followers would know about in real time.
The case of Derek Owens' impending transfer proves there's no perfect way to suppress information that's going to get out before everything is settled. But, I think I enjoy the ambiguity in most cases.
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