Friday, March 31, 2006

Too Hell with Duke University if...........(click here)


If the defense laywyers (scum of the earth) or as Phylis from Finebaum would say "pond scum", get these guys off the hook then I hope the town of Durham raises holy hell. The lawyers are quoted as saying that " if DNA is all they got " then there isnt a case against these young men. Hmmmmm I say that is total bullshit.

Lets see a bunch of rich, yuppy, manly men who play LaCrosse call up there hippy,yuppy parents and say hey mom and dad we need a Johnnie Cochran on the case. Well anyway you get the picture.

Cut and paste http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0329061duke1.html into your browser to see the police report obtained by The Smoking Gun read for yourself the details of her side of the story. Then combine that with the fact that her exam was consistent with rape and the fact that 4 broken fingernails were collected at the alleged crime scene.

I say that if the University lets the 3 "little boys" who can't control themselves back on the team, then Duke University can go straight to hell. LACROSSE IS GAY ANYWAY!


Image Courtesy of http://www.duke-sucks.com/.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Finebaum interviews Suzanne Yoculan ( click here to listen )


This interview had me rolling on the floor recently. Suzanne lays down the cold hard truth! Just another chapter in the long on-going fued between her and Coach Sarah Patterson of the Crimson Tide. Just click on the link and look for the Yoculan interview. GATA Suzi!
(Photo Courtesy www.georgiadogs.com)


Sunday, March 26, 2006

Lewis Grizzard's finest work....classic stuff


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 he 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. --Lewis Grizzard

Georgia DMV neeeds to be reprimanded


In the words of Sheriff Buford T. Justice "that's nothing but pure and simple old-fashioned communism." Seriously I know that the cow college is really just an extension of Columbus, but this is really quite pathetic of our DMV. If anything they should be working on multiple versions of this fine piece of art.

The Greatest Natural Born athlete ever?



I was only 8 years old when Herschel Walker stood the NCAA football world on its head in 1980. To be honest with you at that age football for me was nothing more than an afterthought in my weekend routine growing up. But as I grew older and became an avid fan of Georgia Bulldog Football I found myself wanting to know everything I could about it. The tradition, the players, the coaches, the record books, the legends, the stories, the fans, the redcoats, the chapel bell, Herty Field, and the like. The 1980 season unlike any other up until the Destiny's Dawgs of 2002 was the modern day centerpiece in Georgia's fine football legacy. The centerpiece of this team was a young freshman from Wrightsville,GA who went by the name Herschel Walker.

Lets face it, in 1980 there where not year round conditioning programs in-place in college football for the most part. There were no personal trainers, multi-million dollar weight rooms or anything even close. But yet when Herschel arrived on campus it looked like he had been sent back from the future. Here he was this specimen of a human being, born with a true gift way ahead of his time. He was a man among men, look at some of the game tapes from 1980 and see for yourself. Or just simply look at the above picture which to me is the most startling picture of all the Herschel pictures in existence. He looks so out of place in that picture it aint even funny.

Certainly there have been some great backs that have played the game at both levels. Jim Brown comes to mind as another guy who arrived into the NFL way ahead of everyone else from an athletic standpoint. Bo Jackson, Lionel Little Train James, Gale Sayers, Walter Peyton, Barry Sanders, Earl Cambell, Tony Dorsett, and many many others made their mark on the position as well. But I would argue that none of them did it with the brutal smoothness and glide that Herschel Walker did from 1980-1982. He is in my opinion the Greatest Natural Born athlete ever.

Inaugural Post


The Iron Fist in a Velvet Glove Michael "the lights are on but nobodys home" Adams has struck again. His cabinet approved Thursday a set of nine gameday policy changes that include parking and tailgating restrictions, creating family-friendly zones, providing more portable toilets and trash cans and setting up alcohol-free areas.The new policies prohibit tailgaters from parking on sidewalks and grassy areas, tailgating set-ups before 7 a.m. on game Saturdays and unauthorized use of electric and cable hook-ups for TVs and satellites.When will this nonsense of his stop? As it is the traffic is bad enough in and around South Campus on gameday, and now he is going to create a traffic jam of epic proportions on the College Station road exit.

Adams was quoted as saying, "I think most people expect us to provide a safe and sensible environment."...........wtf over?
``What we are talking about here is balance. ... We have drifted a bit on some conduct areas.''

For a little backbround on The Evil Doctor please see:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_F._Adams