Say a Prayer of Thanksgiving for TaterChip Dawg.

To say that we all owe a lot of thanks for TaterChip for the last couple of years would be an understatement. My friend Dave joined us so long ago that I can’t remember when it was. No matter what the time, or weather, we have all grown to be comfortable that TaterChip would be there no later than 8 a.m. to secure a spot for the crew and have a wagon load of goodies.

We call him TaterChip for two reasons: he works for Frito-Lay’s, and who on God’s green earth doesn’t love Taterchips?

This morning, two lazy crack-head POSs, jumped him on his route about 4:30 a.m. One had a gun, and the other one cold cocked him just for the hell of it. Tater wasn’t resisting, the bastard just punched him. They took his phone, and got about $194 of Frito’s cash.

Dave’s okay – just a little banged up.

I’ve been trying to live right. Say the right thing and be a good example – but damn. Just damn it all. I hope a pack of sex-mad baboons find those two and chase them all the way to Conyers – and catch them.

Tater is undoubtedly one of my best friends on earth. I admire his good nature, his spirit of friendship, his good humor, and think of him and his family as part of my own. He’s my brother.

This Thursday, before you take that first bite, please remember to give thanks. Thanks for all of our good friends. For all of our good times. For all of the great memories we’ve built together huddled around a bag of pistachios and chicken wings. Give thanks for our country, for our faith, for our family, and our friends.

And this year, please remember to say thanks for our buddy Dave and thanks for bringing him out of a very tight situation.

Your mama was a bee

Well CMR has cleared the bench to light a fire for the Gators. Herschel has challenged the ol’ Ball Coach to a fist fight. The Dawgs hung on to get by Troy State. Dressed up like the 1979 Falcons to smash Tommy Earville and his tiger-eagle-jungle-plainsmen and reminded UK to stick to basketball.

What in the world will we see this Saturday? Red britches? White helmets? Pepper Rogers on the sidelines? Only time will tell.

I do know this – nothing would be sweeter than to show up in the white tops, walk arm-in-arm from the dressing rooms in that North Avenue trade school and administer a country A$# whopping to those lying sons of no fathers.

Munson to call Georgia-Georgia Tech game

With Georgia's basketball team playing in Wisconsin next Saturday (Nov. 24), play-by-play man Scott Howard will be on the road to call the hoops game against the Badgers. Therefore, Munson will make the trip to Atlanta to call the game against Tech, along with Eric Zeier.

October 28, 2007: The Victory Parade

(Note – This was written on the way home from Jacksonville. It’s just a late posting.)

Sunday morning. We’re headed home, somewhere in the middle of the I-10 death stretch between Jacksonville and Lake City. The deputy is running wingman and the cruise is set at 78 MPH. All these Dawg fans from all of these places like Hahirrah, Winder, and Villa Rica are blowing by me faster than Rennie Curran through the swamp lizard’s O-line. It’s a 400 mile victory parade and even though I’ve got another 300 miles to go, it’s going to be a sweet ride.

We had 10 Dawgs and 6 cars. Guess we left a large carbon paw print on the Sunshine state.

As a young puppy, Georgia went to Jacksonville and usually brought home the W. Then we got ready for Auburn to decide the SEC champ. If we could beat them both, we could witness the sugar falling from the sky and all would be right with the world.

This is a world that my children know nothing of. They’ve only seen two wins against these reptiles in their lifetimes. They don’t fully appreciate the joy and fulfillment of the smack down administered by CMR and his young pups. While there are a number of reasons to relish this win, perhaps the most important one is this – The Gators are bad losers, but even worse winners. (Isn’t that an oxymoron?)