Get yer shorts, get yer hat, and get in the truck

Well it’s that time of year when phones are ringing, e-mails flying, and pre-trip planning meetings are taking place. It’s only Thursday but the crew is already anxious for next week to get here. Like the Clampet’s on their way to Beverly Hills, the Georgia faithful from the Douglasville-Savannah Tailgate Club are packing for the annual road trip to the Cocktail party. A Manly Trip. Boy Dogs only. No Closet Dawgs allowed.

Jon has his fake eye’s, Randy looks like Santa Claus, Stuart has a nail gun, Ronnie’s swears he gonna stay. Norton’s buying tires, Greg’s chasing everyone down, Gable’s looking for tickets, and Frank’s just going to move down there. Dave’s getting a physical before he leaves (just in case) and Carey’s out to prove that just because he’s crossed the ½ century mark, he ain’t lost a step. Alan's getting a new flash card and will be posting gameday photo's, and Eddie is still figuring out how he can be out of town for that long.

We’ll have a new guy with us this year. He’s been sort of lurking on the fringes of our unique fraternity. He’s from Calhoun (and My-Gawd A-Mighty so is Chris Durham.) He's in for a treat.

Somebody remind me not to OD on vitamin B-12 and B-6 this year.


A few pints will be had at the Sun Dog.