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?)

Friday Night Photo Gallery

Ooops! Look who we found.


Santa Claus Dawg makes the server happy!


Johnny makes the server a little nervous.


The Wing


Pre-game meal spot.


Johnny Gator at Singleton's


Johnny meets some new friends at the Sundog.

Atlantic Beach Photo Gallery

Georgia friendly wait staff. With ink . . .




A ghost on the deck.



Fred Flinstone pays us a visit.


Johnny Gator arrives.


Johnny gets a hug from Dana.




Johnny representing with Deputy Doo-Doo.




Laid Back Dawg on the job site.

Who takes Saturday classes during football season?

I do....apparently. I think it is a bad situation that registration for fall semester happens before spring practice, one forgets that come September, the last place in the world they want to be is reading Philosophy or configuring routers on a Saturday afternoon. Hopefully it won't be a problem again, unless I decide to start grad school next fall, which will be my redemption for screwing off my Freshman year in Athens, many moons ago. So while the rest of the crew are down in JAX counting strippers teeth and killing off weak braincells, I will be reading Plato's Republic and running up the minutes on my cellphone staying on top of the score. That is till halftime at least, when I hope to be up to my elbows in wings and beer at the Taco Mac.


till then I guess I can be 'Left behind Dawg'

Wednesday Night: A tailgate on the patio

Deputy Dawg made it from La Guardia on a Beechcraft. Taterchip Dawg and Laid Back Dawg made in safely from D’ville. We had a mini-tailgate on the patio tonight as it looks like we are not going to have a spot at RV City this year.

We heard the stories of the Deputy and Deputy Doo-Doo and their trips to the Islands, getting thrown out of various restaurants, and court rooms. We laughed so hard, we'll all be sore tomorrow.

It lights out for now – the Deputy will be firing up the nail guns at first light. Make sure and pack your short with corn starch, it'll be a scorcher.