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http://www.everydayshouldbesaturday.com/?p=4092

Comparing college football teams to penises. 

Here's an Idea...

Dawgsports.com suggested this -

Speaking of Knowshon Moreno, I'm thinking of starting a push for fans to show up at games in their bare feet and wearing nothing above the waist except body paint depicting the number "24" across the back and chest. The theme we're going for here is: "No Shirt, No Shoes, Knowshon." Until that catches fire, though . . .

I may have to shave the hair rather than paint, but I think it still gets the point across.

Well, Let's Talk About It - The Celebration

Let's have our formal discussion regarding the Celebration.  Richt needed to do something to fire the team up.  Apparently other ways weren't working.  We did it; we took the penalties.  It could've looked really stupid if we got trounced.  Scoreboard. 

Here's the reasonable Gator view on the subject from www.EDSBS.com (Every Day Should Be Saturday) which is really a good site for college football if you don't mind crude humor and photoshopped pictures:

Georgia wanted a psychological edge, and they got it–Richt made the call, thus confirming our suspicions that Evil Richt was coaching this game for the Bulldogs. (The goatee should have tipped everyone off to this fact.) Terence Moore, wrong as Terence Moore always is, rolled out a crapulent column about how stupid this was, and other, far more intelligent people complained, as well.

A better story is to write about Knowshon Moreno, and how Richt’s bizarre and persistent insistence on juggling three running backs was defeated by injuries, forcing him to use one badass the whole game who got in a rhythm and didn’t stop dancing until he had racked up 188 yards and 3 tds. Or you could comment on Florida’s youth and yet another extreme result of that youth: arm-tackling, abhorrent pass coverage, and a complete lack of pass rush. Or you could say nice game, mister, pack up your shit, and go home and figure out how you’re going to make freshman corners and wrongheaded safeties cover for the next game.

The word class means nothing–it’s unquantifiable, it’s fuzzy, and it’s all too often cited by the team picking their teeth up off the turf following a game. Rules govern behavior on the field, and if you’re willing to flaunt them and still pay the price, it’s less a matter of “class,” and more one of cost/benefit and gamesmanship. There’s time on the clock, try to score; if you’re willing to take a 30 yard penalty, go ahead and go out there and send the mob. Whatever.

We could care less as a fan. In fact, we laughed when the mob came out–it was exuberant, silly, and barnstorming theater from a team that came ready to lose it all in one fight rather than take yet another beating from Florida. Losers complain about officiating and “lack of class.” You know who else complains about lack of class? The aristocrat with his head in the guillotine just before his execution.

Well, there you go.  Richt's got culture coming out his ass - desperate times call for desperate measures. 

What Number will Herschel Be?

Either ABC or ESPN is counting down the 25 Greatest College Football Players of All-Time. 

The immortal (and relatively unknown to most of today's generation) Charlie Trippi of UGA was No. 20. 

What number will Hershel be?  Considering ESPNU has already named him the greatest running back ever, I presume he's top 5.  If he's not, it's a travesty.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyKLeXP2XOU

Alec Kessler Dead of Heart Attack

http://georgiasports.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoops-legend-alec-kessler-passes-away.html

End of an Era - Schuerholz Quitting

http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=3058578

Maybe his son Jim Clancy can take over.  (Or is he Bobby Cox's illegitimate son? Probably only Russ will get that.)

I can't tell if it's trick photography or not...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bDgO3_vRXQ

I know Farmer can't do it - if he could he probably wouldn't have choked those last three championship games of stratomatic.

Top Ten (36) Reasons New Dorm is Not as Good as O-House

From the email archives -

http://www.uga.edu/gm/artman/publish/0412ecv.html

Top 10 reasons new dorm is not a good as O-house.

1.  Fire alarm would be too sensitive to fire crackers

2.  You would feel bad about dumping a trash can full of water under someone's door

3.  Trashing the hall would cost more than $30 per person (anyone remember how much we had to pay?  I wouldn't have minded paying it if one of us had done it.)

4.  Russ would have gotten in worse trouble for littering out the window

5.  Not stumbling distance to any bars

6.  Road signs would mess up the feng sui of the room

7.  Breaking a window in the game room would probably set off an alarm

8.  I would feel like an even bigger dork sitting around and watching Russ play Boulderdash

9.  Great Basketball on plasma?  Forget it.

10.  Further from Gumbys (I'll have the Gumby Damnit.  That will be 8 minus 3 dollars.)

11. New dorm would not have plexiglass windows that can absorb the impact from an orange from the cafeteria

12. New dorm would not be periodically offered "FOR SALE" to Athens-area residents

13. No amazon women would take Bill to the shower after drinking hunch punch

14. No nude basketball (applies to Bill only)

15. No swim team sleep interruptions by Russ studying for his basketball final

16. No bunk beds made from sub-standard materials with opportunities to short-sheet

17. No midnight caller visits

18. No Jonah arrest incidents

19. No weird talks about sexuality from Packy the RA

20. No proximity to the Varsity for Sunday night runs

21.  No freak hole

22.  No "wassup guys" from that Fiji a-hole that lived with Josh

23.  No MA's that were obsessed with the Batman movies. (Kelvin and Bryant were their names)  not to be confused with the Kelvin Bryant that played for the Redskins when they won the Super Bowl against the Broncos (who did not  have a chance because they were coached by the 2nd worst coach in the history of coaching:

            Worst Coaches in History:

            1.  Bobby Cox

            2.  Dan Reeves

            3.  Mike Mackey (allowed my curveball to go un-noticed for many years causing me to only have 3 years to showcase my talents to college scouts - nowhere near enough exposure to ensure a pro career)

24. New dorm is to the east...much harder to "get south" - as long as woody manipulation is not affected.

25.  Heather might not have known were it was...did anybody not hit that?  I did not - I just brought her home.  She was in my PoliSci class.

26.  No small basketball court out back for Ed and Bill to decide who is #1

27.  Ventilation system probably not conducive to Russ talking to Randy at night

28.  Scott might have been so impressed by living conditions that he let his studies slip and received a 4.5 instead of customary 5 out of 4.0

29.  Russ and Bill could not go into "demolition" business with just a hammer and crow bar

30.  Can't imagine what type of deal would have to be worked out to trade for Nick in a place like that he would have needed an agent

31.  Do they even have the "Turbo Roll"?

32.  In-house dining options would have limited the value of "shells and cheese" and thus resulted in a lack of dirty dishes for Russ/Scott to obsess about and throw out the window.

33.  Scott probably would have met his dad in the nice lobby rather than having him standing there when I wandered in at 7 looking for a toothbrush [Editor’s note—The best part of this story was when Bill, completely hung over and dehydrated tried to get a drink before heading home.  He opened the fridge and all we had was a bottle of Absolut vodka].

34.  Walls look nice, probably would not patch well with paint and newspaper following having holes kicked in them by drunk chick objecting to libelous statements about Rod Stewart.

35.  No place for a microwave/safe

36.  No chinamen to steal remotes

Quote of the Day...

"Man, they don't tell you shit around here."

Classic Jew insight into big university student life. 

Day One

Well, here it is.  Our blog for all things UGA and O'House circa 1989-1993.

A rundown of the players (last names kept private to protect our families from our past) and their attributes (Editor note:  Apologies, as these all too brief, as each individual player has a pivotal role in the entire era): 

Nick J. (myself): Everyman.  Charming, intelligent, a bit sheltered.  Played as the Milwaukee Brewers in Reggie Jackson Baseball, and generally regarded as the John Wooden of Great Basketball for the Sega Master System. 

Tom B.:  Non-smoking Episcopalian No. 1.  Hailed from Savannah.  Played the guitar. Salt of the earth. Reggie Jackson Team:  Cincinnati Reds and their skeeting outfield. 

Scott B.:  The Original Midnight Caller.  Too much time spent at the school library and accordingly, better grades than everyone else.  Too much time spent in the bathroom passed out at the Stegeman Coliseum.  Reggie Jackson team:  New York Mets led by Mr. December, Santa Klaus.

Russ H.:  The Catalyst.  Ready to have a good time/adventure.  Seriously, his stories are legion.  Roommate and high school buddy of the aforementioned Original Midnight Caller.  Suitemate to Tom B. & Bill C. (see below).  Reggie Jackson team:  Boston Red Sox with the immortal Rod Laver.

Bill C.:     Non-smoking Episcopalian No. 2.  More salt of the earth.  Graduate of Parkview in Lilburn along with half the freshman class at UGA.  Roommate to Tom B., presumably because he did not smoke and was Episcopalian.  The best natural athlete on the floor.  Dated, for the lack of a better word, "unstable" women.  Never badmouthed any of them, because he's the salt of the earth.  Reggie Jackson team:  Detroit Tigers led by Cooke-y Monster.

Brian F.:  Classmate of Bill C. at Parkview.  Original owner of Sega Master System, and whipped enough to go see his girlfriend at home every weekend, generally keeping himself out of trouble. I am drawing a blank to his Reggie Jackson team, although I will mention his Great Basketball team - the Czech Colas.  Suitemate to myself and the immortal Ed W (see below).

Ed W.:  I hesitate to use the term "black sheep", for its negative connotations, but I'm afraid his demographics differ from the rest of us.  A Pennsylvania native (Yankee), started watching college football in 1980 when the Dawgs won the National Championship.  When he graduated high school, no family down here, he was called home to UGA.  Joined ROTC, got better grades than pretty much everyone besides Scott (in a more demaning Chemistry program IMO).  Eternally called "JEW Jr." or simply "Jew".  Wrecked my car.  Tried to give everyone crabs from some idiot in ROTC.  Reggie Jackson team:  Houston Astros (Oh, the pitching duels you could have with Jew).  My roommate whom I was paid $300 to move in with.  Any sexual favors given or received were gratis.

Randy S.:   The non-suitemate.  Country boy from south of Atlanta.  Bigger than everyone else (from the waist up).  Drove a nice K-5 Blazer with really big speakers back when we were young enough to give a shit about that.  His size and stature allowed Russ to run his mouth at any intramural game with the knowledge that Randy wouldn't let him get killed.

Justin F.:  The non-suitemate, non O'House O'House Hurricane.  Another country boy, albeit from South Cackalacky (I've heard it in popular music, I've heard it from some old country boy - I do not vouch for its origin.) Very even-keeled.  Never seen him anything but cordial and low-key.  If I'm not mistaken, did not partake in the time-wasting Sega Master System.  Answers to "Jut" and is known for shouting out "Jew!" in crowded areas.   

Other supporting players:

The Midnight Caller:  No sign of him all day.  At midnight he'd chime in with "Anyone want to go to Dairy Queen?"

Dope-smoking Bob:  Odd guy a few doors down.  Way left politically speaking and known to hit the blunt.

Rosenpenis:  Nice guy, typical frat-boy.  Got his name from the Fletch movie.  "Dr. Rosenrosen, Dr. Rosenpenis," etc.  Roomed with Randy S. Most pivotal moment: being greeted with his name ("Hey, Penis!") followed instantly by recognition of his parents ("Uh, Mr. & Mrs. Penis?")

I know I've left off a couple.  I'll leave it to the rest of y'all to fill it in.