26 thoughts on “Piece of Cupcake”

    • I used to get mad and think, why wont they let the back up run the offense. Im starting to think its cause they cant.

  4. Other than the win, the best thing to come out of this game was no new injuries that we know of and a chance to rest and heal the ones that we are aware of.

  6. New poster, looong time reader. I really enjoyed the Senator and am glad this site is still running so well.

    Watching Tech now, it looks like they have been looking ahead. Gunner could have a record day.

    • Still a long way to go, but the NERDS are getting smoked. Baring a comeback of epic proportions, the insects are about to get their wings clipped and their stinger pulled out.

  9. Posted this ~10 or 15 years ago.

    It’s Tech week. …

    Go DAWGS !!! Beat those Techmites….see below how a Tech fan views a game.

    You wake up in the top bunk, snug within your Star Trek bedsheets, with that feeling in the pit of your stomach. That pounding feeling, that giddy, nauseous rush that can mean only one thing. You rush to the potty and take care of business. The feeling goes away. But something about tinkling–the colors, the sounds–makes you remember: Yellow Jacket football today!

    You put on your best yellow sweater and yellow knee-socks, though you call them “gold,” natch. Then, moving to the dresser, you specially polish your thick glasses, adding one final flourish–fresh tape wrapped around the bridge. Speaking of bridges, your braces are also polished to a fine sheen, new zits are popped, and you’re lookin’ GOOD! You’re lookin’ JACKET.

    Heart pounding, you race up the steps from your parents’ basement. Mumsy and Pops are reading mail from the old home country in New Jersey where they hope to retire someday. You slip out the door quietly and pedal your 3-speed through the crisp autumn air, gameday flags a-flying from the handlebars. And there it is, just ahead–the MARTA station. It won’t be long now!

    You climb onto a southbound train, your eyes scan the car, and–yes! There, sitting next to the chatty tranvestite–a man wearing YELLOW! You make your way over and wave your pom poms at him and giggle, and he says, “$#%^ off, %$$^&!” And now you feel it more strongly than ever–the essence of being a Tech fan. You giggle again more shrilly, dance away, then slide around safely under the seats until the stop at North Avenue, tee-heeing for all you’re worth as you elude the grasp of your tormentor and his switchblade. It’s sort of like Frodo hiding from the Black Riders, right here on MARTA!

    You disembark at North Avenue, snatching quarters from a few homeless men, and take a deep breath of downtown Atlanta air–Tech air! Now you see swarms of other Jackets–two of them, three of them. It’s no wonder the stadium had to be expanded. You pause on the bridge over the Downtown Connector to indulge in a Tech tradition: spitting on cars passing underneath. It’s a massive traffic jam of red vehicles heading north, and you nail an RV with a big loogie from your morning Yoo Hoo Soda. Tee hee! Saliva, the GT calling card!

    Then you’re on campus, a block from the stadium. You take in the grand pageantry that is game day. It’s the gray, smoggy sky; the deep blue of the police siren; the giggling of the frat boys enjoying an impromptu tickle pile on the sidewalk. It’s the sound of gunfire. It’s the beautiful women with their thick makeup, standing on the street corners and bantering with the passing cars. It’s the voice of Kim King, talking and talking and talking in his one-note melodic range; Wes Durham screaming about a one-yard gain. It’s the giant rubber bee, George O’Leary’s old bedroom toy, patched all over, making funny farting sounds as the air oozes out yet again. It’s Flag Boy, the aspiration of all Tech males. Tee hee!

    Above all, it’s four notes on a trumpet. You hear them now, playing the hallowed music, the sacred music, the Hymn of the Bee. There it is now, and you lift your voice to join in, warm tears fogging your thick glasses. The whole stadium sings solemnly:

    “When you say Bud…”

    Those four notes on a trumpet, your call to Jackethood, setting your yellow heart aflutter. Deep down you know this is the year–the year you beat Duke AGAIN–you OWN Duke. The year you road-trip to a BRAND SPANKIN’-NEW STARTUP BOWL for the holidays. The year your first pubic hairs break the surface. This sacred moment cannot last. Someday, by the Great Pointed Ears of Leonard Nimoy, you will be in New Jersey. In Michigan. In North Dakota. Someday you will buy your parents a house with a bigger basemment for you to live in. But in your heart, you’ll always be a Tech Guy–a proud drop in the endless river of yellow!

    • I’ve read your post before, and it puts a smile on my face just as much each and every time I see it. If you don’t, you should make sure to repost it each and every year before the annual bug squashing. It should be just as much of a Thanksgiving tradition as the WKRP Turkey Drop.

    • That’s a fantastic post! I’ve read it many times and even shared it. In my mind it was composed by SaxonDawg and that is high praise. (If you have never read SaxonDawg’s posts/stories you should search for them. I’m sure they are still out there somewhere)

  10. Prior to the Pittsburg, the teams Tech has played are a combined 48 wins and 62 losses.
    Enough said

    • Sadly, it looks like they are making a comeback. It looks like Pittsburgh is trying to pull their best South Carolina impression.

      • There are pick 6 plays.. then there are 99.9 yard pick-6 plays. ACC… it just means more.

  11. As I put on the other thread, the FBI may want to speak with Pat Narduzzi about any wagers he may or may not have placed on this game. Jeebus man, this is coaching malpractice.

    • He tried his best to hand the game to the NERDs on a silver platter, but they were not man enough to take it.

  12. What’s better than a tech comeback? One that fails! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

    Their game plan on us is pretty obvious. Going to blitz Gunner heavy. Our quick screens and running game should defeat this easily. We might as well run blitz them. King can’t throw accurately or under pressure. Dawgs gonna roll!

  13. Now that the thing is over, I have one observation, to wit:
    Why didn’t Pitt roll their QB out when it became obvious their OL wasn’t holding up?? The guy was getting nailed ala Carson Beck. The game wouldn’t have been that close. YMMV.

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