We got lost in a Porta-Potty and Thought We’d Never Get Outta There
Long time no see, friends. I could go on about how boring this time of year is and how we were too lazy to post, but that would be information you already knew.
The most important thing that should be on your minds at this time is FOOTBALL SEASON. You can almost smell it in the air. Camp has started, all of our tailbacks are hurt, and no one has been arrested…yet. Definitely not your typical Dawg offseason. By all accounts Crowell is as good as advertised, Richard Samuel (despite the potential for being mind fu$%ed with his third position change) is actually running the ball strong, Malcome Mitchell is the next big thing in the receiving corps, Raw Drew likes cowboy hats and wreaking havoc in the backfield, Ben Jones is still eating grass with a little sprinkle of babies on it, Richt is not on the hotseat yet, and Big John Jenkins actually may be our 2nd best nose tackle.
Now while all of these things are good to hear, remember we’ve heard this talk of ‘change’ and ‘difference’ before. So I’m staying skeptical until someone socks some Boise St running back in the mouth and he fumbles. I’m staying skeptical until we run all over South Carolina so badly, it makes Stephen Garcia perform hari-kari in Spurrier’s Church’s foyer for dishonoring his family. I’m staying skeptical until we bludgen Miss St enough to make Chris Relf ralph all over Dan Mullen’s play book. I’m staying skeptical until I audibly hear Mark Richt tell our Defense, ‘Good fu*&ing stop, men! Good fu&%ing stop!”. I’m staying skeptical until I see Crowell break-down Muschamp’s Defense and Murray win his first of 2 more Cockatil Parties. I’m staying skeptical until I can actually stop looking out of my red and black colored glasses to see a team and staff that I trust to prepare, execute, and win every game we play.
As for this site, we will begin posting more frequently, but with increased vigor and vulgarity. So put the kids to bed, make sure your not looking at this at work, and get ready to shotgun some beers. Football season is a mere 2 weeks away. I can’t wait.