Good morning!
The numbers on the thermometer are increasing as the days until football decreases…
Here is card #81:
Go Dawgs!
Countdown to Georgia Bulldogs Football, 81 Days
GTP Refugees
Let all the Bulldog faithful rally behind the men who now wear the red and black with two words, two simple words which express the sentiments of the entire Bulldog Nation: Auburn Sucks.
Robinson and Goff formed a quite good QB combination in Athens. Goff, at Moultrie in HS, followed a QB named Roger Singletary. Roger and I were in the same fraternity and good friends. We had a real good Intramural football team at the time and tried to get Roger to join the team, but he was working his way through college and didn’t have the time. But man did he have an arm on him and was accurate too. He came to a practice once and would break your fingers he threw it so damn hard. Don’t remember anyone catching one of his passes…if he didn’t want you to. He would laugh like hell at guys shaking their hands after attempting to catch one of his ‘fastballs’…me included.
I knew a girl from Moultrie who was friends with RG from HS. She always thought it a little funny that he became “the running QB” because at Moultrie HS, he was slinging it around. I met RG once at an intramural basketball game; he was playing on a team of football players with a friend of mine from HS. I was shocked at how big he was. Everyone I knew who knew him only ever raved about what a good, grounded guy he was.
I never met MR, used to see him and his crew out and about in Athens in the evenings. He was definitely talented, definitely had a reputation for being very confident. That may be the only 2 QB situation I can recall that seemed to work.
My senior year was the year after them. We still ran the veer, and we racked up an unfortunate number of QB injuries. By the end of the tech game, we were down to our 6th QB. I think that may have influenced Coach Dooley to ditch the veer.
Test…will Word program comment this time?
I was a doorman/bouncer/barkeep at the B&L the last Thursday of October 1976 when the football team’s hard ass partiers came in. So did 20 members of the Athens Motorcycle Club. Remember them? Despite their name they were more akin to Hells Angels than to the Progressive Insurance wimp bikers. They had their chains with them that night.
A fight ensued.
It was epic!
I took refuge on-stage. It was a good vantage point for watching the battle royale. I stood beside the drummer of a band by the name of Choice, which never stopped playing during the 10 minute brawl. I kept shouting to the drummer, “Are you seeing this?!”
They fought to a draw. The cops never came. At one point 2 bikers took Robinson by the wrists, one on each side, and flung him face first into the rough brick wall at the end of that long bar, near the backdoor stairs.
Two days later at the WLOCP Robinson had one of those huge oversized plaster patches across his forehead and down across his nose when the ABC camera panned pregame from one player to the next of starters and key players. It was ’76, the 4th and Dumb game.
If Robinson played it wasn’t much. Goff and the veer ran the Gators off the field in the 2nd half. I think it was 41-27, or thereabouts.
— Uga’s Favorite Tick
Is there any rhyme or reason to the order of these cards or are they a mostly random mix of Georgia’s finest players?
Seems pretty random to most of us.