Archive for September, 2012

Why today’s game worries me

Maybe its in our nature, as Georgia fans to look for the negative. Listening to Munson growing up can do that, I guess.

But today’s game worries me. Here’s why.

All week, all the pundits, Georgia fans and anyone else pretty much sees no way that a Georgia team that looked like it could eat lightning and crap thunder a week ago could even be challenged by a Tennessee team that’ll limp into Athens Saturday.

If that doesn’t sound familiar, it should. 

I was fortunate to be a student at Georgia during the apex of the Mark Richt era, being in school from 2002 to 2004 (talk about great timing). The 2004 season had one great victory when UGA got its pent up revenge on LSU. Everyone, in and outside of the Georgia fanbase, was convinced this Georgia team was unstoppable. 

Sound familiar yet?

Then Tennessee came to town, off to slow start. The campus lacked energy on that overcast day, and it didn’t stop there. A slow start allowed Tennessee to get an early lead and Georgia didn’t come back to win, greatly tarnishing what should have been a title run. The worst part? Those freaking hillbillies jumping up and down on the ‘G’ postgame.

Now, do I think Georgia loses to Tennessee? No. That said, I expect an ugly and sloppy first half followed by an implosion of the message boards and social networks before talent takes over in the second half.

Go Dawgs!


Lugnut Dawg




Reason #5 To Hate Tennessee: Rocky Top

This may come off as blasphemy, but I actually like the song “Rocky Top”.  I know, I know. 

But take away the song’s affiliation with the University of Tennessee.  Just listen.  It is a song about hillbillies and moonshine.  It is fun little bluegrass song.  There is nothing wrong with it.  It is a good song.

Yet, this is another example of how the University of Tennessee has taken something good, and adulterated it to make it something bad.  B-A-D…BAD!

And they play the damn thing like 30 times a game.  I’ll am already not looking forward to hearing their overrated marching band play this one song over and over again.

In closing, a few jokes: Know why the Tennessee fans wear orange?  So they can have one outfit to wear to the game on Saturday, to go deer hunting on Sunday, and then go to pick up trash on Monday. 

Also, how can you spot a Tennessee fan at a wedding?  Look for the guy in the orange T-shirt.



Adios and vaya con dios Chipper Jones

Tonight marks the first game of the final homestand of Chipper Jones’ career.   How appropriate it is against the NY Mets.

I know I have been hard on Chipper on this blog.  I think it is deserved. 

But that doesn’t take away from the amazing career he has had in Atlanta.  Except for Henry Aaron, there is no one better who has put on an Atlanta Braves uniform than Larry Wayne Jones, Jr.  He has literally carried the team on his back all season long.  He could have called i tquits after tearing ACL in Houston in 2010.  He came back, and is going out on his own terms. 

Whatever accolades the Braves bestow upon him will be well deserved. 


SEC Visual Power Rankings

1. Alabama

Hey, has anyone thought to tell Nick Saban that he’s been replaced by John L. Smith as the coach at Alabama?



2. Georgia

I don’t think it’s fair that the entire SEC West and South Carolina get to play Arkansas, and Georgia does not.



3. South Carolina

Here’s to hoping for a close, tiresome game for the Chickens. Hey, we can all hope, right?


4. LSU

Anyone still thinking Mettenberger should have gotten the starting nod over Murray? Look, when you look a stiff as a corndog against a bad Auburn team…that sums it all up.



5. Florida

You know, if the Gators keep winning, it may bring Corrine Brown out of hiding. Maybe another win or two may not be so bad.



6. Mississippi State

A real shame Croom isn’t at Mississippi State anymore. He knew about all those tubes better than anyone else.


As for the rest of the conference….they’re all equally bad….despite any optimism of their fan bases.


Go Dawgs!


Lugnut Dawg



It’s always been Larry’s booth. Now, it’s official

From UGA Sports Communications….

The University of Georgia home radio booth at Sanford Stadium will be named Saturday for the late Larry Munson, legendary voice of the Bulldogs for 42 years.  The “Larry Munson Broadcast Suite” will be officially recognized during pre-game activities at the Georgia-Tennessee game which kicks off at 3:39 p.m. ET.

A plaque will be placed outside the Larry Munson Broadcast Suite that reads:

 “Dedicated to legendary Bulldog play-by-play announcer Larry Munson who served as the voice of the Bulldog Nation from 1966-2008.  His dedication, loyalty, passion and extraordinary delivery over 42 years endeared him to Georgia fans in every city, state, and nation around the world, always urging the teams, and fans, to ‘hunker down you guys.’”

A collage of photos during Munson’s career will be displayed in the broadcast suite.

Munson, who passed away Nov. 20, 2011,  wrapped up a lifetime of sports broadcasting in the fall of 2008, most of which was spent with the Georgia Bulldogs from1966 to 2008.  His dramatic delivery, along with an unabashed partisanship for the Bulldogs, endeared him to generations of UGA fans.

The Georgia job, which Munson landed in 1966, was the latest and longest lasting in a career that has covered over 60 years.  He has been duly honored by several organizations for his outstanding contributions to broadcasting.

Born Sept. 28, 1922, in Minneapolis, Munson is an alumnus of Moorehead State Teachers College in Moorehead, Minn.  After World War II, he used his military discharge pay to enroll in broadcaster’s school back home in Minneapolis.  He followed 10 weeks of training by landing an assignment to work at a small radio station in Devil’s Lake, N.D.

 This job started a series of short-term gigs for Munson behind the microphone, the last of which took him to Cheyenne, Wyoming.  He had gotten the job by recording an audition tape of a football game between Ohio State and Minnesota, replete with canned crowd noise and special effects.

During his time in Cheyenne, Munson befriended another young broadcaster who later gained national fame:  Curt Gowdy, who was calling University of Wyoming football and basketball games at the time.  When Gowdy left Cheyenne for a Double A baseball job in Oklahoma City, he recommended that Munson replace him. It was the break that Munson sought.

 In 1949, when Gowdy joined Mel Allen on the New York Yankees radio crew, he again recommended Munson for the job in Oklahoma City.  Munson eventually spent three years broadcasting baseball there before making his next move.

 He left Oklahoma City for Nashville, Tenn., in 1952, taking a job calling games for the Nashville Vols, a minor-league affiliate of several teams, including the New York Giants, Cincinnati and Minnesota.  It was a career move that led him into other broadcasting directions.  He served a stint as a Nashville disc jockey and also started what was believed to have been the first-ever TV show on fishing– The Rod & Gun Club.  Munson continued to host the fishing show long after he left Nashville for Georgia in the mid-1960s.

While in Nashville, Munson also made his second venture into collegiate athletics.  He called Vanderbilt University football and basketball games over the powerful airwaves of AM station WSM.

But in 1966 Munson got his big break into major-league baseball when he landed a job calling Atlanta Braves baseball in their inaugural season.   As the Braves’ first spring training began, he read a newspaper story about the departure of Georgia football announcer Ed Thilenius.  He then made an inquiry to UGA athletics director Joel Eaves, whom he had known during his days at Vanderbilt. Eaves offered him the Georgia football job during that first phone call.

 During his career as the Bulldogs’ play-by-play man, Munson has held a variety of auxiliary jobs.  He called games for the Georgia basketball program from 1987-96 and for the Atlanta Falcons from 1989-92.  He has also hosted various sports talk showson radio and TV.

In 1983, Munson was recognized by the Georgia General Assembly “for his role in the Georgia championship football program.”  Fourteen years later the same legislative body, led by Governor Zell Miller, honored him with a proclamation celebrating his 50 years in broadcasting.

In 1994, Munson was inducted into the Georgia Association of Broadcasters Hall of Fame, and in 2005, he won asimilar induction into the State of Georgia Sports Hall of Fame.  He was inducted into the National Sportscasters and Sportswriters Association Hall of Fame on May 2, 2009.

 Munson was also the 2003 recipient of the Chris Schenkel Award, given annually by the National Football Foundation and College Hall of Fame.  The award recognizes broadcasters with long and distinguished careers in broadcasting college football, as well as their contributions to community service. He was also named winner of the 2008 Furman BisherAward for Sports Media Excellence presented by the Atlanta Sports Council.

  On Nov. 17, 2007, Munson was named a UGA “Honorary Football Letterman” and presented with a letterman’s plaque and jacket at the Georgia-Kentucky game.


Reason #4 to Hate Tennessee

Now that Derek Dooley is the coach at Tennessee, it makes his parents who were beloved by the Georgia fan base (Vince, at least), openly root for the opposing team.  You can’t fault Coach Dooley for staying in and watching the game from the privacy of his own home, but Barbara Dooley has gone off the deep end being vocal for her baby boy. 

Tennessee has turned the Dooleys against Georgia.  That is reason #4.


I have tried 3 times to make this post, and WordPress is being stupid.  So this was an abbreviated version of the original idea. I don’t have time to screw around with it anymore.  You get the point.


Taking “Drunk Ass” to a Whole New Level

Another wacky news story involving the nether regions. This time brought to you by a member of the Pi Kappa Alpha Fraternity at the University of Tennessee. As part of initiation the guy received a “wine enema”. He was taken to the hospital with a BAC of 0.4 (legal limit 0.08). It was determined by authorities that he had consumed the wine “rectally”.  We are glad that the kid is alive and recovered. You can read the whole story here. If you’re not familiar with enemas you can read about them here

At some point he had to ask himself, “why are my pants around my ankles and my knees tucked snugly beside my ears?” He may also ask himself, “why is there a guy standing over me with a funnel filled with an enormous amount of a fine merlot?” And finally, “why is the other end of this funnel attached securely to my anus?” If at any point you are asking any of these questions you need to remove yourself from the situation regardless of how it may effect your social standing.

Doing this to become socially accepted ranks just under this (NSFW):


Have a nice day, and remember, it’s an exit ONLY.



BBQ Thursday: Fresh Air BBQ on CNN

Click here to see a short post on a CNN blog, and Middle GA’s very own Fresh Air is featured on the front page.  You have to click further to another blog, but I thought it was still cool to see a local joint featured on a big site like that. 

And I could truly think of no other place they should have up there.  Fresh Air is the gold standard for what a good cue place should be.


Your Wacky News Story For the Day

First off, let me say I am glad this young lady is doing OK. 

I don’t want to poo-poo on anyone’s good day, and this isn’t exactly something to share during the lunch hour, but a Marietta woman recently received a fecal transplant to save her life.

This seems like a crappy thing to go through.  Of course, at first read, I thought it was a bunch of BS.  Glad she no longer has to deal with this crap, and it is now behind her.


Lewis Grizzard Wednesday: Black Labs

We have done this one before, but it seemed appropriate.  A friend of mine lost his 16 year old black lab a few weeks ago.  Lewis felt similar pain.  RIP, Libby.

My dog Catfish,  the black Lab, died Thanksgiving night.  The vet said his heart gave out.

Down in the country, they would have said, “Lewis’ dog up and died.”  He would have been twelve had he lived til January. 

Catfish had a good life.  He slept indoors.  Mostly he ate what I ate.  We shared our last meal Tuesday evening in our living room in front of the television.  We had a Wendy’s double cheeseburger and some chili.

Catfish was a gift from my friends Barbara and Vince Dooley.  Vince, of course, is the athletic director at the University of Georgia.  Barbara is a noted speaker and author.  I named him driving back to Atlanta from Athens where I had picked him up at the Dooley’s home.  I don’t know why I named him what I named him.  He was all curled up in a blanket on my back seat.  And I looked at him and it just came out.  I called him, “Catfish.”  I swear he raised up from the blanket and acknowledged.  Then he severely fouled the blanked and my back seat.

He was a most destructive animal the first three years of his life.  He chewed things. He chewed books.  He chewed shoes.  “I said to Catfish, ‘Heel’”, I used to offer from behind the dias, “and he went to my closet and chewed up my best pair of Guccis.”  Catfish chewed TV remote-control devices.  Batteries and all.  He chewed my glasses.  Five pairs of them. 

One day, when he was still a puppy, he got out of the house without my knowledge.  The doorbell rang.  It was a young man who said, “I hit your dog, but I think he’s OK.”  He was.  He had a small cut on his head and he was frightened, but he was otherwise unhurt.  “I came around the corner,” the young man explained, “and he was in the road chewing on something.  I hit my brakes the second I saw him.” 

“Could you tell what he was chewing on?” I asked. 

“I know this sounds crazy,” the young man answered, “but I think it was a beer bottle.”  Catfish stopped chewing while I still had a house.  Barely. 

He was a celebrity, Catfish. I spoke recently in Michigan. Afterwards a  lady came up to me and said, “I was real disappointed with your speech. You didn’t mention Catfish.”

He got his own mail. Just the other day the manufacturer of a new brand of dog food called “Country Gold,” with none other than George Jones’ picture on the package, sent Catfish a sample of its new product. For the record, he still preferred cheeseburgers and chili.

Catfish was once grand marshal of the Scottsboro, Alabama, “Annual Catfish Festival.” He was on television and got to ride in the front seat of a police car with its siren on.

He was a patient, good-natured dog, too. Jordan, who is five, has been pulling his ears since she was two. She even tried to ride him at times. He abided with nary a growl.

Oh, that face and those eyes. What he could do to me with that face and those eyes. He would perch himself next to me on the sofa in the living room and look at me.  And love and loyalty would pour out with that look, and as long as I had that, there was very little the human race could do to harm my self-esteem.

Good dogs don’t love bad people.

He was smart. He was fun. And he loved to ride in cars. There were times he was all that I had. And now he has up and died. My own heart, or what is left of it, is breaking.