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Lewis Grizzard Wednesday: He up and died and broke my heart

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 12 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 blanket 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 dais, “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, Ala., “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.

Is a big helping of patience in order?

I’m a big fan of winning. It’s better than losing.

Of course, the UGA Athletic Board has the same line of thinking by and large – that’s why Mark Richt is in Coral Gables and Kirby Smart was called to come home to Athens.

In a perfect world, the Smart regime would surpass anything Richt has ever done. But there’s an old saying I once heard – that you cannot make chicken salad without the chicken.

The steal a phrase from Smart’s old boss, ‘it’s a process.’

Georgia may not appear in the mold of how Kirby wants it in September. But will it be toward what he’s envisioning in a three-year plan by the time Auburn comes to town? I’d say odds are good.

There are depth issues at places like running back and inside linebacker. Yes, there’s young talent, but even when you’re in the fire of competition, it’s a learning curve, regardless of the ability.

And make no mistake – if Georgia has a similar record to the end of the Richt era (when Georgia was blessed with an easier schedule than it will face this year), the fans of The University of Mark Richt will be loud boisterous.

But there’s a reason why Georgia pulled the trigger to bring Kirby to Athens.

My prediction is this: It may not show with the record – but Smart will have this program headed in the right direction by November.

Go Dawgs!

Lugnut Dawg




Lewis Grizzard Wednesday

Lewis had many loves, one of which was tormenting our inferiors at the North Avenue Trade School. 

Georgia Tech Goliath Shown the Truth

So maybe I made a couple of comments like, “We beat them in football, we beat them in basketball. All they’ve got left to talk about are academics.”

Tech had beaten us three straight years and, quite frankly, those of us on the Georgia side grow a bit weary of reading about the supposed greatness of the Atlantic Coast Conference, of which Tech is a member.

If you read the paper and listen to the Tech fans, you’d think the  Jackets go to the Final Four every year.

The truth is, they’ve never achieved such loft, but Georgia has.

Back to the near fight.

I was in the restroom in The Omni. I was actually in the process of doing one of those things you do in a restroom when the guy behind me, who was wearing a yellow sweater, began to make disparaging remarks about me.

He said, “You rotten, no-good, gravy-sucking, four-eyed son-of-a-blah, blah, blah.”

After completing what I had come into the restroom to do, I turned around and said, “Listen you yellow-bellied, sap-sucking, slide rule-carrying, pimple-faced, blah, blah, blah, you have no business talking to me that way.”

The guy was big, too. He must have been 6 feet 4 inches, 220. A crowd had gathered by this time. I had no choice but to stand in. To have backed down, even to a guy who was 6 feet 6 inches, 260, would have been a sign of weakness.

I took my glasses off and slung them to the floor and said, “I’m 42 years old, been married three times, had two heart surgeries, haven’t exercised in 10 years, eat too many foods that contain cholesterol, still insist on white bread, have sticks for arms and legs, lose every time I play gin rummy, can’t putt and read a lot, but if you want to go at it, here I stand.”

The guy, who had to stand 6 feet 8 inches and 280 pounds, and probably was a member of a motorcycle gang and had a knife on his person, began to back down.

“I’m really sorry about making those quite disparaging remarks about you,” he said.

“That’s not good enough,” I countered. “I want you to repeat after me: ‘Georgia has kicked our butts in both football and basketball, and it is obvious that Georgia people are better human beings than Tech people.’”

He said, “Georgia has kicked our butts in both football and basketball, and it is obvious that Georgia people are better human beings than Tech people.”

“Now,” I said, “I want you to go from this place in shame. I want you to hurt from the knowledge that the great Atlantic Coast Conference is nothing but a gathering of bed-wetting communists and the University of Georgia is a pinnacle of learning and athletic greatness.”

The guy turned and walked out of the restroom, beaten to a verbal pulp.

“How big was he?” asked my lovely female companion as I reluctantly reconstructed the story.

“Had to be 6 feet 10 inches and weight 290,” I said.

She kissed me gently on the cheek and said, “Let’s go home, Rocky.”

It was one helluva night.

BBQ Thursday (enemy edition) – Adam’s Rib Co.


A few months ago, Kensington and I took a big risk.  We were on an adventure down off US 1 to meet up with some Cubans who deal in various items labelled as contraband by some (all) people, and meet up with some wild Colombian women.

Anyway, back on point.

We got near Gainesville, and having been on the road for several hours, we were hungry.  We figured we had rode far enough through the wiregrass of north central Florida, plus we figured all the truck stop women we had seen would make the Florida Co-Eds pretty (come to find out the Co-Eds were the truck stop women…).  Kensington had done his homework, and thought this Adam’s was the place.

One thing of note- Adam’s has two locations, both on 13th St, which can lead to confusion.  We chose the one near the UF campus, deep behind enemy lines.

The inside of the joint is about as close to the pits of hell as I hope to ever get.  For example, scenes from all of the games of the 1984 gata schedule are painted on the ceiling.  Typical jean-short wearing clientele, not dignified enough to walk on sawdust.  We noticed we were getting funny looks, I looked at my shirt and noticed a proud bulldog on my left chest and power G’s on my belt.  Suck it Florida.

We each ordered the combo plate.  Kensington chose ribs and pork, and I took the ribs and chicken.ARC

Despite these peoples poor life choices, hair gel, and double-first-cousin spouses, the rascals can cook some ribs.  Not too sweet, meaty, and with a nice char.  The flavor was great, and definitely does not need sauce, mostly because the sauce is God awful – it’s called vinegar…look it up.  I was so blown away that everything I ate for the next two days was sub par.

Next time you are stuck behind enemy lines, give Adam’s Ribs a try.  It’ll give you the strength to get back to Georgia.

I’m always impressed with Florida alums.


Expectations For Kirby Smart in Year 1

Life is all about expectations. Our judgement or critique on something is based on our expectation of how it should be.  Last week when I talked about Sprayberry’s Barbecue, I was disappointed because my expectations where so high.

The Georgia men’s basketball team this season has done something it has never done in its history: finish .500 or better in four consecutive seasons.  But going into SEC play, we expected so much more from Coach Fox and his team.  It has been a terribly disappointing season.

On the surface, outsiders may wonder why Coach Richt was fired.  As I’ve said, it was not being great enough often enough.  There were great moments.  But there wasn’t the consistent greatness that was expected.

I think the separation of Coach Richt and UGA has turned out to be the best possible outcome for all parties involved, as far as the coaches go.  The transition from the previous regime to the current one was as seamless as it could have been.

Mike Ekeler, who seemed negative after the ordeal, wound up as defensive coordinator.  McClendon and Thomas Brown, who weren’t to blame for the offense’s struggles, got great opportunities elsewhere.  Even John Lilly wound up in the NFL, and being a tireless recruiter, this should prove a better job for his family.  Jeremy Pruitt became DC at Alabama.  Brian Schottenhiemer even landed on his feet.

Of course, Mark Richt got a great job.  He goes to a place where he will be welcomed in with excitement, and the expectations in Miami aren’t as high as they were in Athens.  Plus, he gets to trade Auburn, Tennessee, Florida and South Carolina every year for Pittsburgh, Virginia Tech, Duke and N.C. State.  Not a bad trade.  I predict much success for Coach Richt at Miami.

Managing our expectations is something that is difficult for Georgia fans.  Every year, we say, “this could be the year.”  Then, something happens where it is clear this isn’t the year.  Then, something else happens that gives us hope.  The hope is then shattered in epic fashion.

Sitting here about a month away from the GDay game, and a week or so before spring practice I ask myself:  what are reasonable expectations for Kirby Smart?

Long term expectations are pretty clear: win championships.  Do we expect Alabama-level of national championships?  That isn’t reasonable.  But we all should expect SEC Championships, and should expect being relevant in the national conversation beyond September.

Short term, Year 1 expectations are a little fuzzier.  If Nick Chubb is healthy and is able to come back, this team could be a contender for the SEC East in Year 1.

But breaking in a new coach, potentially a new quarterback, and potentially not having a healthy Nick Chubb could lead to down season in Coach Smart’s first year.

Games against North Carolina, Ole Miss, Tennessee and Florida could be troublesome.  Auburn could get theirs, and the first time a defensive coach sees Georgia Tech’s offense it causes problems.

I long said that if we fired Richt, one reason to be wary of making a change would be the gamble of trading in the consistency for the unknown, and there are many cautionary tales across the college football world that supports that.

But if Miami has a good season and Georgia struggles to something in the 7-5 neighborhood, it is too early to scream “We shouldn’t have parted ways.”  You can only fairly say that several years from now, not after one or two seasons.  It will be maddening to hear folks that sort of thing after the Coah Smart’s first, or second, season.  Especially if Coach Richt is successful in Miami.

My expectations for Kirby Smart’s Georgia Bulldogs in 2016 are these:  I want to see consistency.  I want to see the players play hard.  I want to see the coaches make decisions that put the players in the best position to succeed.    I don’t want to see us struggle to put away inferior opponents.  I don’t want to see the team come out flat.  I want to see Georgia play well against good teams, and even in defeat, I want to feel like Georgia did all it could do to win.  I don’t want to see the same mistakes made game after game, season after season.

If these things are achieved, 7-5 would be worth it, because it would also show that the program is heading back where it needs to go, win/loss record be damned.

So, what are your expectations for Kirby Smart’s first year?

Solid Verbal Podcast Verbie Awards

About 14 months ago, my family and I moved.  With the move brought a long commute to work each day.

It isn’t that bad.  There are days when it is maddening, but there are some days when it is borderline enjoyable.  I listen to a lot of podcasts.  And during football season, there was no shortage of podcasts for me to enjoy on a daily basis.

Y’all, it got so bad I listened to a Mountain West podcast.  And it had nothing to do with Mike Bobo.    I have a real good understanding of the run-oriented offense Bob Davie ran at New Mexico.

The only thing sadder than people taking the time to dissect Mountain West football is people who actually take time and listen to people dissecting Mountain West football

One podcast I found and quickly grew to enjoy was the Solid Verbal, with Dan Rubenstein and Ty Hildenbrandt.  It is my favorite, and the two days a week it was on were definitely my two favorite days driving.

I strongly encourage you to subscribe to it on iTunes, or whatever podcast tool you have.

One bit they do is the Verbies, their version end of the season awards.  In their typical snarky humor, the awards aren’t taken very seriously.

Fans are encouraged to vote in the Verbies.  In the spirt of awards season, here is the 2016 Verbie ballot, with my selections underlined.  Make sure and check out the ballot, and vote for yourself, by clicking here.

And remember the Solid Verbal Podcast this football season!

2016 Verbie Awards Ballot

 Alternate Uniform of the Year

 -Boston College 1980’s throwback
Navy’s “Naval Fleet”
-NC State “Iron Wolf”
-Oregon’s “Oregon Pioneer”

Bust of the Year
-Arizona State
-Georgia Tech

Crime of the Year
 Carly Fiorina tweeting her support for Iowa in the Rose Bowl
-Faulty officiating in Miami-Duke
-Robert Nkemdiche falling out of a window
-Will Grier suspended for PED use 

Half Team of the Year

Boston College’s defense
-Missouri’s defense
-Penn State defense
-Texas Tech’s offense
-Wisconsin’s defense

Losing Effort of the Year

 Baylor’s rushing attack vs. Texas (395 rushing yards)
Brandon Allen vs. Mississippi State (406 passing yards, 7 TD)
-Dalvin Cook vs. Clemson (194 rushing yards, 1 TD)
-Deshaun Watson vs. Alabama (478 total yards, 4 TD)
-Patrick Mahomes vs. Oklahoma State (480 passing yards, 4 TD)
-Royce Freeman vs. Washington State (264 rushing yards, 2 TD)

Meme of the Year 

Talking to your kids about an undefeated Iowa
-The retiring of “Clemsoning”
-“Novembert” sound drop
-Yocco’s Home Dog of the Week

Name of the Year 

-Corn Elder (Miami)
Cory “Poop” Johnson (Kentucky)
-Jake Butt (Michigan)
-Lynx Hawthorne (Baylor)
-Weston Steelhammer (Air Force)

Not Coach of the Year 

-Al Golden (Miami)
George O’Leary (UCF)
-Randy Edsall (Maryland)
-Tim Beckman (Illinois)

Random Factoid…of the Year

-Baker Mayfield’s girlfriend goes to Oklahoma State
-Josh Dobbs majors in Aerospace Engineering
-Josh Rosen was a highly ranked junior tennis player
Urban Meyer and Jim Harbaugh were born at same hospital six months apart

Social Media Thirst of the Year

-Dabo Swinney (Clemson)
Jim Harbaugh (Michigan)
-Kevin Sumlin (Texas A&M)
-Rich Rodriguez (Arizona)
Tire Fire of the Year 
-Illinois football program
LSU’s near firing of Les Miles
-Penn State’s offensive line
-Texas A&M’s Quarterback exodus
-UCF’s winless season

Worst Year Back 
-Cardale Jones
-Everett Golson
-Christian Hackenberg

Kansas City: BBQ, Steak, & Beer


*Just a note – I’m the Kenny Powers of the group.  So….Hide Ya Kids, and some material may be NSFW.  I don’t know where you work, so I don’t know.

IMG_0557First of all, I’d like to apologize for the long delay on my first post to TGT.  What I have been doing is making late-night tweets about CORN, sports, Ted Cruz, and BBQ on my TGT twitter account (@Dawgs4CORN).  This is a great outlet for many things, especially driving my main man Corbin crazy.  Thanks for understanding.

I recently made a trip out Missoura Way.  I wasn’t sure what to expect, but as a fan of all things CORN, I expected there was a reason they put the name “Kansas” in Kansas City.  I was expecting CORN as far as the eye could see, with 0 trees, 0 hills, and an unforgiveable arctic climate – I was wrong on everything but the climate.

I’ve always heard three things about KCMO: steak, BBQ, blues.  Three pretty good things in my book.

Upon arrival, I decided to take in the steak aspect of the city.  I’d done my research, everyone talks about the Hereford House, the Golden Ox (which is closed BTW), and many more.  I decided on The Majestic Restaurant for several reasons, but mostly the fact that its downtown – I didn’t fly halfway across the country to Uber to the suburbs and eat in a stripmall (mild pet-peeve of mine), they have live blues and jazz in the basement, and it looked FANTASTIC…..and was.


One thing I learned about KC was that it is a fantastic beer nerd city.  One thing you will learn about me is that I’m on a life-long search to find beer that I don’t like (at this point, I’ve had one).  The city has several good breweries nearby (which will be discussed in detail later), and numerous craft beer bars that have good specials ($3 local pints on Sundays…).  These are all positive things for my inner beer-nerd.

One day of my trip was dedicated to tourism, specifically Boulevard Brewing, Arthur Bryant’s BBQ, and Arrowhead Stadium (home of the Kansas City Chiefs).IMG_0556

My itinerary for this trip was backwards, but it led to an awesome day.  I’ll be blunt, I don’t eat breakfast, so a trip to a brewery at 11:00 AM can lead to one of two things:

1.      Mid-day tears

2.      Mid day grumpiness

Boulevard Brewing was founded by a struggling artist who had rich parents in 1989.  It seems to me that this man was the original hipster.  He has turned a simple hobby into the 12th largest brewery in the US, and has not sold out to Macro-brew ideals one bit.  This is a man who uses all the money saved (a lot of money BTW) by recycling bottles to feed all of his employees from marketing to warehouse to custodial every Wednesday.  Boulevard has done a great job of keeping the craft and local parts of their mission in tact while growing.  When I say that the brewery is big, I mean it is BIG; we are all astounded by Terrapin and Sweetwater, but this is probably twice as big as those two combined…if not larger.


They also make a fantastic product.  Missouri has much more effective beer laws than we in Georgia, allowing you to buy beer at a brewery (RADICAL concept).  They make several beers that you can buy in Georgia, but I’d like to highlight one in particular – the Rye-On-Rye-On-Rye.  This is a rye ale that is double aged in rye whiskey barrels.  Weighing in at 14.6% ABV, this is a great breakfast for any growing dawg.IMG_0548

One note about the natives, they are CRAZY about their World Series win.  Must be nice.

I then made the trek across the city to Arthur Bryant’s BBQ.  It was started in the 1920s.  From my research, it is the original KC BBQ joint.  A note about the location, it’s in a rough area, but IMO that adds to the appeal.IMG_0523

They offer a wide variety of products, but the ribs are fantastic!  They do serve regular pig ‘que, but all I can say is it ain’t from Old Clinton.  They have sliced beef that is decent.  Sides are decent.  They like to brag on their fries, but they are pretty soggy and therefore not for me.  The sauce is really heavy on paprika and light on vinegar, but to be honest is unnecessary.  The environment is the best part of it, the floors are greasy in a way (better wear oil resistant shoes), great aroma, and if I remember correctly (brewery got me all dizzy) there is a picture of Morgan Freeman on the wall….or Danny Glover.


My friend Kensington told me to go to a joint in Kansas City, Kansas called Oklahoma Joes.  It is in an Exxon station and the line wraps around the building multiple times at lunch.  I really wanted to go, but couldn’t get the time.IMG_0562

Another admission; I don’t really follow NFL football, but the trip to Arrowhead was really cool.  I learned a lot of history about the franchise.  Coolest part of the tour was going down on the field and the trip to the locker room, where some of our favorite Dawgs get dressed.  The tours are led by diehard fans (interestingly called the redcoats).  The redcoats travel with the team, and are the ones who lead the team on the field on gamedays.  I asked our Redcoat what he thought of Aaron Murray’s new MTV-themed haircut, and got this response: HAHAHAHAHAAH (but in a Midwestern old man voice).

All in all, KCMO is a great place to go.  Give it a visit.


Unsolicited Book Recommendation

Nothing related to UGA, but an unpaid and unsolicited book recommendation.  I go through spurts of reading.  I may read several books back-to-back-to-back, then go months or over a year without reading another book.

At Christmas and for my recent birthday, I got a couple of Barnes and Noble gift cards.  I didn’t know what book I was going to get, and had settled on buying a few children’s books for my little girl.  Books that will, inevitably, get destroyed.

But on my long commute home the other day, I was listening to the Tony Kornheiser show podcast.  Quick aside-I love Tony Kornheiser.

Anyway, he had John Feinstein on, and Feinstein was talking about his latest book, The Legends Club.  It is about the rivalry, animosity and friendships between Dean Smith, Mike Krzyewski, and Jim Valvano.

I started reading it last night.  I only got three chapters in, but it is very interesting and I can’t wait to get deeper into it.

If you are looking for something to read and have some Barnes and Noble (or Amazon, I suppose) gift cards to blow, I suggest you give this a shot.


One Thing Not Like The Other?

Y’all remember a while back when Suzanne Yoculan got in some trouble for a trip to New York City with some of her recently graduated gymnasts?

It was reported in January of 2005, so I can’t say I blame you if you don’t.

The gist of it is that Yoculan took six gymnasts on Don Leebern’s private jet on a two night trip to the Plaza in New York.  This was in the middle of Georgia’s probation for the Jim Harrick drama, so a normally secondary minor violation was treated much more harshly than a typical minor violation.

I suppose the purpose of the rule was  it could be perceived as a recruiting advantage.

“Hey, come to Georgia, and when you graduate, I’ll take you on an all-expenses paid trip to NYC on my boyfriend’s private jet,” or something like that, could be used in a recruiting pitch was the thinking, I suppose.

For the record, I love Jim Harbaugh.  But if taking former student athletes on a swanky trip to the Big Apple is a violation, how is taking your whole football team to a glorified free spring break trip not run afoul of the NCAA?  It’s not like they are in boot camp.  I highly doubt it resembles anything like Bear Bryant’s Junction Boys.

I saw on Sportscenter the other night they went to see the Tigers in Spring Training.  This is just a fun vacation, and oh wait, let’s run some ball drills.

How does that make sense?  How is that consistent?

Never mind, it’s the NCAA.