Pick Your Poison: Tailgating Flavor of the Week

Curious as to what your celebratory “first libation of the football season” will be, alcoholic or otherwise? Saw this on Twix for those of you who partake in the brown liquors:

For me, it’s the standard ice cold beer, probably Yuengling or Classic City Lager if I can find it. For the littles and my later cooling down sipper, it’s none other than this:

Be sure you find the ones that read “hecho en Mexico”…why?

While the Mexican version remained consistent, featuring the same sugar as it always had, the American recipe changed to using high-fructose corn syrup to sweeten it. While the company has always claimed that the flavor remains the same, a vocal group of passionate Mexican Coke fans claims they can not only taste the difference between Mexican Coke vs. American Coke, but that the former tastes better and “truer” (whatever that means ). Even though people still squabble over the subtle flavor variances, the most identifiable distinction between Coke from the two countries is in the vessel. Most American Coke comes in plastic bottles or aluminum cans, but Mexican Coke always comes in 12-ounce glass bottles  in the U.S.

If you haven’t tried one, pick one up (usually sell them as singles in the store) and take a flavor blast from the past this weekend.

note: the first drink blends with the second drink just fine. Go Dawgs!

Get Smart – Andrew Makes a Statement

This was floating around the Twix today, and it’s too good not to share:

I’m sure Kirby would’ve been happy to see it in person…but just think…what if Kirby could watch it at Foley?

And just a reminder, Jake Fromm was pretty good in the LLWS, was he not? Maybe Boom won’t be the only Georgia coach to watch his son take a snap under his watch as a Georgia football coach…

Then there’s this:

Go Dawgs! And Go Andrew!

Big Shoes to Fill

We are weeks away from kickoff so the pundits are putting in their two cents about potential rosters (wait, they’ve been doing that for a while now) and I came across this post about possible freshmen contributors to the 2024 Dawgs.

I see Ellis Robinson IV and KJ Bolden making the list. No doubt there are upperclassmen who will see a lot more playing time, but when you see the highlight films coming out of Texas, it makes you wonder how much additive impact it’s gonna take to replace Lassiter:

And there’s high praise from teammates as well:

Sometimes those recruiting pitches write themselves, don’t they?

The Walker Way

I came across this Twix the other day, an interview with Zamir White regarding how he’s adjusting to Vegas and differences between his experiences there compared to his country North Carolina home.

First, I can’t honestly say I remember White doing much talking during his days at UGA. His voice was surprisingly soft spoken and I have to say his demeanor is so personable and friendly it’s hard to believe he’s the same guy that would flatten you on a football field, given the chance. There’s a great article on him from years back on ESPN, icymi.

Aside from seeming like the kind of guy you could easily have a backyard barbecue with, some of his off-season approaches to conditioning reminded me of something, or someone.

Hard to believe Herschel was a bullied, chubby kid growing up. His insane approach to conditioning started back in his early years, in addition to running hills and various cheap and easy ways to get into the shape he needed to be the GOAT.

I think I’ll do a few of those sit ups today that I’ve been putting off for *checks notes* 24 years.

Tuesday Shade

I’m sure there was some baby-making happening last night up in the hills of Tennessee, as there will be much hooting and hollering over the Vowels’ first national championship in any team sport since (checks notes) 2009, which was their women’s indoor track and field and prior was only Pat Summit’s basketball team in 2007 and 2008.

Still though, there’s this:

It’s just true.

Anyway, trust that there’s going to be a slew of hill people giving birth to kids in nine months that’ll be named Tony or Tonya, or Baseball, or some such bullshit that commemorates the evening. I hope their memory of the night, to include playing Morgan Wallen songs and whispering sweet nothings into a sister’s ear while secretly staring at your Peyton Manning poster on the wall, can hold them over for another 15 years or so.

FTMFs.