Archive for September, 2015



Five Sunday Morning Thoughts

– It’s almost a dropkick to the stomach. You wait all spring and summer for the season, and lightning stops and later shortens the opener. Still, it was all in all a good day. The offense did a lot of good things, nobody got hurt and points got put on the board by not having to crack the playbook open. As nice as it would have been to play those final 9:51, that’s also 9:51 that injuries could not occur.

– Man. How great was it to see Keith Marshall carry the ball and get into the end zone? A healthy Keith Marshall, as we saw back in 2012, makes a pretty good 1-2 punch…or in the current case, 1-2-3.

– Lambert wasn’t spectacular, but he made some nice throws when needed – which is what he needs to do, for the most part. The chatter from camp about his football IQ showed. Lambert not only didn’t turn it over, but you didn’t really see any balls thrown that should have been picked off, either.

– One of the things that would drive you nuts about Bobo was at times underutilizing the tight ends. How nice was it to see the first TD pass of the day to a tight end?

– It was disconcerting to see all the pass completions by ULM, but some of that may have been the very basic packages that Pruitt was running and also some first-game rust from the secondary. That’s something that can easily be fixed before road tripping to Nashville next weekend.

Go Dawgs

Lugnut Dawg

If You Are Going To Take Shots, Be Accurate

If you didn’t think so before, you can now be assured that ESPN is all-in on TCU:

Kill was a member of Patterson’s wedding party, and the two coaches have said they weren’t entirely pleased about the match up, with both preferring the Kansas State-style non-conference schedule filled with cream puffs and pushovers. (emphasis added)

Since 2010, Kansas State played Eastern Kentucky, Kent State, Missouri State, North Texas, North Dakota State, LA-Lafayette, LA Tech, UTSA and South Dakota out of conference.

But Kansas State has scheduled Auburn, Miami (twice), UCLA, and UCF.

I’m a big fan of Minnesota and Coach Jerry Kill.  I thought the Golden Gophers would cover the spread last night, and they did.  But Minnesota isn’t exactly scheduling Alabama.

The best and worst of college football.

Corbindawg

Rally Around The New Breed Of Bulldogs

Glory Glory to Ole Georgia. Heroes have graced the field before you.

Men with hearts, bodies, and minds for which the entire Bulldog Nation can be justifiably proud.

The tradition of unbridled excellence demonstrated by these individuals and many others spans more than a full century.

And now a new breed of Bulldogs stands ready to take the field of battle, to assume the reigns of their Georgia fore bearers, and continue that tradition.  Understanding that there no is tradition more worthy of envy, no institution worthy of such loyalty, as the University of Georgia.

As we prepare for another meeting Between the Hedges, let all the Bulldog faithful rally behind the men who now wear the red and black, with two words, two simple words which express the sentiments of the entire Bulldog Nation. 

 Go Dawgs!

My first ever game at Sanford Stadium was way back during my freshman year of high school in 1999.  I don’t even know the opponent.  I do remember going back in 2000 to see us beat New Mexico State.  I went again in 2001 to see UGA beat Houston in the game that was supposed to be on the weekend after 9/11 and was postponed to December.

You know, I was in high school.  I didn’t tailgate, and did all the “touristy” things.  Went to the Dawg Walk and saw the Uga graves.  Just went, more or less, and didn’t really understand it all.

I remember my first ever game in college.  Sitting down in Section 112 next to the Redcoats, I really heard the Larry Munson pregame for the first time. As Georgia fans, we are (rightfully) accused of living in the past.  This has been a complaint of mine for quite some time.  I have to say, though, that the pregame with the Battle Hymn solo and Larry Munson’s echoing voice sends shivers down my spine. There isn’t much more I remember about that freshman year, but I remember that.  I was hooked.

Those words ring true today, more so than they ever had.  Though SEC and National Championships haven’t occurred in Athens as often as we desire recently, Georgia is still considered, I would think by most, an “elite”, “blue blood” program in the college football world.  In the past 14 seasons, Georgia has ended the season ranked in the top 10 on 8 occasions.  Georgia has finished ranked in the top 5 three times, with finishes of 2, 3 and 4.

I think Todd Gurley is best player to play at Georgia since I have been closely following the Bulldogs.  Better than David Pollack, Jarvis Jones, Matthew Stafford, and even A.J. Green.

Not only was he immensely talented, he seemed like a genuine good, humble person.  When he was being interviewed after getting drafted by the Rams, and choked up a little bit, I got choked up along with him.

I get frustrated.  I see the likes of Justin Houston, Matthew Stafford, Knowshon Moreno, A.J. Green, Blair Walsh, etc…recently pass through Athens and have stellar collegiate careers, then go on and have stellar NFL careers.  There has been so much talent at this school in the past 10 years.

And no SEC championships to show for it.

Yes, it is frustrating.

Ultimately to win a National Championship in college, especially in the old BCS system, requires some degree of luck.  But the bottom line is that at least one of those seasons that ended with a #2, 3 or 4 ranking should have ended with a #1.  Some of it can be blamed on bad circumstances.  Some can be blamed on bad luck.  Some of it can be blamed on poor individual play from the players.  Some of it can be blamed on the coaching.  Some of it can be blamed for institutional and administrative shortcomings.  There is blame to be cast on the shortcomings.

Back to Gurley.  His freshman year, he carried the ball 222 times for 1,385 yards and 17 touchdowns.

Nick Chubb in his freshman year carried the ball 219 times for 1,547 yards and 14 touchdowns.

As much as I loved watching Todd Gurley play, his time has come and gone.

A new breed of Bulldogs is prepared to assume the tradition of their Georgia forbearers.

It’s time.  It’s here.

Appreciate the past.  Relish in the good memories.  But for all intents and purposes, forget it.  Forget the good.  Forget the bad.

Let’s all rally around the new breed of Bulldogs.

Go Dawgs!

Corbindawg

Lewis Grizzard Thursday: To My Son

In what has become a tradition around here, enjoy this classic Lewis column as we get closer  to getting back Between the Hedges.  As much as people are trying to ruin collegiate athletics, specfically college football, this post perfectly sums up what is so great about not only being a Bulldog, but being a fan of college football. 

Go Dawgs!

 

Great moments in a would be father’s life

To my Son, if I ever have one:

Kid, I am writing this on September 3, 1984. I have just returned from Athens, where I spent Saturday watching the University of Georgia, your old dad’s alma matter, play football against Clemson.

While the events of the day were still fresh on my mind, I wanted to recount them so if you are ever born, you can read this and perhaps be able to share one of the great moments in your father’s life.

Saturday was a wonderful day on the Georgia campus.

We are talking blue, cloudless sky, a gentle breeze and a temperature suggesting summer’s end and autumn’s approach.

I said the blessing before we had lunch. I thanked the Lord for three things: fried chicken, potato salad and for the fact he had allowed me the privilege of being a Bulldog.

“And , Dear Lord,” I prayed, “bless all those not as fortunate as I.”

Imagine my son, 82,000 people, most whom were garbed in red, gathered together gazing down on a lush valley of hedge and grass where soon historic sporting combat would be launched.

Clemson was ranked number 2 in the nation, and Georgia, feared too young to compete with the veterans from beyond the river, could only dream, the smart money said, of emerging three hours hence victorious.

They had us 20-6 at the half, son. A man sitting in front of me said, “I just hope we don’t get embarrassed.”

My boy, I had never seen such a thing as came to pass in the second half. Todd Williams threw one long and high, and Herman Archie caught it in the end zone, and it was now 20-13.

Georgia got the ball again and scored again, and it was now 20-20, and my mouth was dry, and my hands were shaking, and this Clemson fan who had been running his mouth the whole ballgame suddenly shut his fat face.

Son, we got ahead 23-20, and the ground trembled and shook, and many were taken by fainting spells.

Clemson’s kicker, Donald Igwebuike, tied it 23-23 and this sacred place became the center of the universe.

Only seconds were left when Georgia’s kicker, Kevin Butler, stood poised in concentration. The ball rushed toward him, and it was placed upon the tee a heartbeat before his right foot launched it heavenward.

A lifetime later, the officials threw their arms aloft. From 60 yards away, Kevin Butler had been true, and Georgia led and would win 26-23.

I hugged perfect strangers and kissed a fat lady on the mouth. Grown men wept. Lightening flashed. Thunder rolled. Stars fell, and joy swept through, fetched by a hurricane of unleashed emotions.

When Georgia beat Alabama 18-17 in 1965, it was a staggering victory. When we came back against Georgia Tech and won 29-28 in1978, the Chapel bell rang all night. When we beat Florida 26-21 in the last seconds in 1980, we called it a miracle. And when we beat Notre Dame 17-10 in the Sugar Bowl that same year for the national championship, a woman pulled up her skirt and showed the world the Bulldog she had sewn on her underbritches.

But Saturday may have been even better than any of those.

Saturday in Athens was a religious experience.

I give this to you, son. Read it and re-read it, and keep it next to your heart. And when people want to know how you wound up with the name “Kevin” let them read it, and then they will know.


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