Good morning!
There’s a dirty joke in that headline but, I’ll leave it be…
69 days to go, brings us to card #169:


Go Dawgs!
Good morning!
There’s a dirty joke in that headline but, I’ll leave it be…
69 days to go, brings us to card #169:


Go Dawgs!
The picture in the card shows a huge change in southern football tradition. When I was young and my Dad took me to a few games he wore a dress shirt and tie and made me wear a dress shirt and tie, explaining that “folks dress up for football games.”
Contrast that attitude with today’s GameDay fashions.
Having sat through many an afternoon in the East end zone under God’s own magnifying glass? A Long sleeved white shirt and a brimmed hat isn’t a terrible idea…
Plus the games back in the day didn’t last 5 hours.
Some people swear that you stay cooler (temp not style) if you wear a lightweight long sleeved shirt out in the sun.
I spend a lot of time in the sun. This is truth and cotton is king.
As do I and I tend to agree. But I like my short sleeves.
Giggity giggity, giggity goo…
We played SMU in the Cotton Bowl Kirby’s junior year.
Damned Good Dawg!
1966. Our only loss was 7-6 at Miami. We beat SMU 24-9 in the Cotton Bowl and (I believe) finished #2 in the country.
His Junior year he shared time with Preston Ridlehuber and Dawgs finished fourth after beating SMU in Cotton Bowl. His Senior season was my first attending games. Everyone dressed up for games and women basically carried portable bars in massive handbags. I still remember the smell of bourbon and cigarettes. First game ever was 67 Gator Bowl. Dogs lost last second 17-16. I was devastated and missed most of the massive brawl that broke out between teams at the end. My sister was Sophomore and dating one of the Bulldogs ( soon to marry) so I had access to hangout postgame and meet players and coaches. Clegg Stark was the long time trainer and he always made sure I got the same post game treats the players did. Excuse me for rambling on off topic but let me share one of my more st vivid memories from that time, in 68 players would change into uniforms at the Coliseum ( pre Steg name) then board buses to Sanford. Jake Scott always stood in the open door of the bus and took in the tailgate scene on the way. Always. Also UGA’s had a cemetery just outside Sanford near the steps where Tate is now.
Old guy geek rant over. GO DAWGS!
I’m not supposed to be anonymous, I have a user name but can’t figure out how to set it up. It’s a miracle that I managed to log on without frying the power grid on the eastern seaboard.
My username should say B&L BobDawg.
The B@L is a reference to where I spent my time as a student in late 70’s.
The “Be in Hell” Warehouse. Great place!
So I hear.who am I kidding, I still wake up with delayed hangovers from my time as a student. Very hard to take college seriously when the student government president elect ran on the “unknown platform” as the “unknown candidate “ complete with bay over his head. Even hired a limousine complete with bags over the antenna and wipers. Promptly disbanded the SGA after being elected. Good times. I think.
At the top of the page, there is a link to “ WordPress Help”. Follow the steps on that page and see if it fixes you.
Thanks I’ll give it a try but, if the power grid goes down it wasn’t me.
Ok I found it and let’s see if I was successful.
I always love a Jake Scott story. My fave Dawg of all time. And I was 3 years old in ‘68.
We were on a bus trip to a Braves game from Thomasons and stopped at a bar on the north side of Atlanta. One of our guys had a pony tail and Jake snuck up behind him and yanked the shit out of it! He knew Jake so after yelling “goddamn Jake that hurt! Everyone had a big laugh
His stat line shows the game plan then: 3 yards and a cloud of dust.