How bout them Dawgs
OK, so since a friend of mine (who shall not be named) has these crazy rules about what is fit to post on her site and what is not; and since I am not encumbered by the same restrictions she lives by, I am going to post something she sent me
I’d love to post this on my blog, but it’s not exactly family-friendly. Still, I couldn’t resist sharing with those whom I know would appreciate it!
This week my #3 (should still be #1 since they haven’t lost a game!) Georgia Bulldogs play #8 Alabama in a game so big, that even ESPN couldn’t justify not having GameDay on the UGa campus (they’re in Athens for the first time in 10 years).
That caused me to remember the story of the time, somewhere in the 60′s, when UGa played ‘Bama for Homecoming. There was the big parade the afternoon before taking the traditional route down Milledge Ave to 5 Points, and down Lumpkin St. The Redcoat Band and the ROTC marched, and all the fraternities, sororities, and other campus groups proudly displayed their floats exhorting the Dawgs to victory. Then along came one frat’s float, festooned with tampons everywhere. The slogan? “Stop the Crimson Tide!”
Another favorite came from an old friend who graduated from the Univ. of S. Carolina, home to the Fighting Gamecocks (whom I used to like–because they hated Clemson–until this full-of-himself coach named Steve Spurrier came along). One year they played the OTHER USC–Southern Cal. Annie chuckled with delight on relaying the huge banner prepared by some astute students of her allegiance: “No Trojans can hold our Cocks”!
Gotta love it!
“If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough.” – Mario Andretti
Now aren’t you glad I don’t bother with those pesky rules 
September 26th, 2008 at 15:09
See Wingleader, this sharing thing works! Just like back in the old days when UGA’s Wally Butts had such an agreement with his counterpart at Notre Dame. If one coach had a good recruiting prospect he just couldn’t use (say, too much depth at that position already), he’d forward the stats to the other coach.
That’s how Coach Butts got this hotshot from Indiana. Georgia didn’t have a whole lot of folks from above the Mason-Dixon line at that time, and the coaching staff wasn’t quite sure where to put him in the Athletic Dorm. Then one coach suggested placing him with one player, appropriately called “Bulldog,” who would never had made it out of Junior High in these days of academic eligibility.
Freshman year, “Bulldog” and the Hoosier got along so well, that the coaches decided to put them back together for their Sophomore year. No sooner had the athletes moved in, then word came of a royal donnybrook going on in the Athletic dorm. Sure enough, the assistants arrived to find “Bulldog and his roomie embroiled in a row that was shaking the building’s foundations and tearing up everything else!
The coaches finally got the two separated, and one assistant lit into “Bulldog,” demanding an explanation. “Bulldog” said that the fight started because he had told a joke about the Pope.
“You idiot!” said the coach, “Didn’t you know your roommate is Catholic?”
“Yassir, Coach,” replied “Bulldog.” “I just didn’t know the Pope was!”