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"The Stadium is Worse Than Bonkers!"

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

This is kind of a sad day for me as a Bulldog fan. Tonight is the first game in my lifetime that won’t be called by Larry Munson.

This article is a good overview of his career, and includes some of his greatest calls. My first recollection of Larry calling a game was about 1984. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was twelve years old and it was a cold and rainy day in Georgia. I played soccer on Saturdays at the Roswell soccer fields. By high school, we would call these fields and their parking, just off the high school campus, “The Water Tower.” As in, “meet me at the Water Tower,” or the more exciting, “Fight at the Water Tower after school today.” Good times. I think we were waiting for my game to begin, sitting in the warmth and dryness of mom’s red station wagon. I’m not sure if Lisa was there, and I have no idea where Dad was, but Mom and I listened intently to Larry’s voice on the radio as the cold rain poured down.

“So we’ll try to kick one a hundred thousand miles. We’re holding it on our own 49-and-a-half … gonna try to kick it sixty yards plus a foot-and-a-half … and Butler kicked a long one … a long one … Oh my God! Oh my God! … The stadium is worse than bonkers!” – calling Kevin Butler’s field goal in the final seconds to win over Clemson in 1984″

You would have to know my mom to have any idea of the response this elicited from her; Words cannot do it justice.

I know a man needs to settle down, but Larry will be missed.

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The Strut

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

That’s the name of the festival in my neighborhood. I miss the days when we lived within walking distance of the village, where we could come and go throughout the day, drink as we please, and not worry about it. I also miss my nanny. Oh, wait. We’ve never had a nanny.

Todd and I woke up at 6 a.m., in time to grab a snack and a coffee, get the kids going, and break up a cat and dog fight, before leaving for the 5k. We thought we were running late, and we were so early that they gave us numbers 10 and 11 – Gotta love my slacker neighborhood. It was nice to be in a small race, with neighbors and people I know. It was Todd’s first race, and we were both pleased with the weather, and the fact that we both beat the Dachsund running the race. It’s the small things. Also, the shirt is the coolest!

I wasn’t happy that we had to head over to Grant Park to get brunch, but we hit Ria’s for a brunch without kids. Awesome. Love me some kid-free meals.

Afterwards, we headed back home to start the grill, put on the beans and hit the showers. My sister and Mom were around after watching the kids for the morning. (Best sister EVER for coming over at 6:15 a.m. to watch the kids.) Matt, Ned, Nessie, and Scarlett showed up, and we started the margaritas at about noon, then watched the Auburn game. (Yikes.) I listened to Larry on the radio while the kids ran around. Afterwards, mom and Lisa went home and we all went up to check out the Strut. I got an supercool, ultra cheap creepy shrinkydink necklace for 3$! And a handmade bib for my niece Luci. V. pretty.

Amazingly, i had two margaritas and one beer all day until after bringing the kids home and putting them to bed (they were pooped.) I’ll be honest. I could have really tied one on. But these days, I am more likely to drive my kids safely around (okay, except for the mailman roadie incident!) and then pound some beers on the couch.

I know. Totally glamorous.

Seriously. It was a good day.

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New. Favorite. Band.

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

From an interview with Band of Horses’ Ben Bridwell on Pitchfork.

Pitchfork: Is there anything else that you want to get off your chest?

BB: College football starts in about fifty days.

Pitchfork: You’re not soaking up the baseball season?

BB: I am, actually. We haven’t been near it. When we were in Seattle for those three weeks I got to watch some Mariners games.

Pitchfork: So the M’s are your team?

BB: Yeah, the Mariners are my favorite pro baseball team, and the Georgia Bulldogs are my favorite college football.

Holy Shit. And more:

Bridwell, the songwriting force behind Horses’ acclaimed debut Everything All the Time, lives in a ranch-style home that will soon be smartly appointed with Georgia Bulldogs football memorabilia. He’s just moved in, so only the oblong G doormat is in place. A framed photo of the all-white English bulldog “Uga,” wearing a red t-shirt and performing a leaping chomp at a nervous Auburn wideout from the end zone sideline, sits on the hearth waiting to be hung.

And also:

They serve micheladas– cold beers with soy sauce, Tabasco, and half-limes.

Dear God. This might be love.

Okay, I really liked Band of Horses already. (They were number one on my Top Ten of 2006 list.) But the convergence of good music and SEC football fandom (and my Bulldogs, no less!) really gets me excited in an altogether freaky way.

Thanks to Todd for recognizing this momentous item, giving me the heads up, and being okay with me daydreaming about watching football with Ben all day and then going to watch Band of Horses that night. I will try to make said daydream include a victory over Tech or Florida, rather than Todd’s lil’ tigers. I’m nice that way.

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Vocabulary

Tuesday, June 26th, 2007

One of the most entertaining parts of the parenting thing is the rapidity with which a child’s vocabulary grows; They really are little sponges, constantly soaking up everything around them, both good and bad. It is fun to watch, and a little scary, as they mirror the very things that you say and do, day in and day out, very closely. Things that adults say sound benign, but out of the mouths of babes . . . yikes.

I have written about the divided household we are running here; I am a Georgia fan, Todd is an Auburn fan, and the kids are confused. Add to the confusion trying to explain that we still love Grandma, even though she is a Vols fan, and that Uncle Mark is a Gator fan, and we hate Gators, but that he is still a good person. SEC families are a tricky road to navigate with children.

Rollie and I were having a discussion the other day about how we can like both Dawgs and Tigers, but that Dawgs are a little bit better. My mother overheard this and told Rollie that Vols were better than both. I thought that I had deprogrammed the child after this conversation, but evidently I was wrong. On the way home from dinner the next night, Rollie said out of nowhere:

“Mama, I like Gators.”

“No, you don’t.”

“But I like Vols. . .”

“No, Rollie, you don’t like Vols. They are yucky.”

A pregnant pause from the backseat. I looked in the rear view mirror to see Rollie frowning and deep in thought. I was still looking at his reflection in the mirror when he lifted his face to look right at the back of my head and yelled “Vols, Damn it!”

[sigh]

Where to start? What is more offensive? The fact that he learned his first four-letter word, or the fact that he thinks he likes Tennessee?

“Rollie, where did you learn that word?”

“From Grandma.”

“No, Rollie, the other word. Where did you learn that one?”

“Papaw Cecil said it when he was at the door.”

I think it would be best for the child if he just didn’t see Grandma and Papaw anymore.

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We Are All Some Sexy Motherfuckers

Monday, February 5th, 2007

Todd made a little fun of me for tearing up while Prince did his Super Bowl half-time show finale. But seriously, like, have you never seen Purple Rain?

That performance brings back all the pain and the Mom and Dad stuff, and feelings about Apollonia, and always being second best to Morris Day and The Time, and taking it out on Wendy and Lisa, and on the song they wrote, and on the rest of The Revolution, like Dr. Guy, and you could just let it destroy you, how angry your are, wearing your purple and being short and driving a motorcycle to compensate for it.

But when Prince performs that on stage, it is total catharsis. For all of us. We are all forgiven and cleansed and now we’re hanging out in Miami with the NFL, and a marching band, and wearing some Aunt Jemima thing on our head, and a suit bordering frighteningly on Florida Gator colors, and you know what? We can pull it off, cause we’re Sexy Motherfuckers.

Love me some Prince.

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Guilty Admission

Friday, November 17th, 2006

I have a confession to make. Last night, when we were doing the usual spooning, foreplay, married sex thing, I couldn’t help feeling guilty. I just couldn’t stop thinking about this. I felt so guilty for enjoying every second of that video, huddled by the laptop with my headphones on, trying to conceal the irrepressible smile on my face, guilty for thinking that “Welcome to the Jungle” was pure genius, and how great is it that it lasted so long that they had to use the extended version?

Know what is better than an orgasm? Seeing Brandon Cox thrown down, and him getting up and losing his cool.

I am so sorry, baby. I had to say it.

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Sweet Afterglow of Victory

Monday, November 13th, 2006

Well, the annual “Temporarily Annul the Marriage Day” went better this year than last.

Georgia 37
Auburn 15

This season still sucks for a GA fan, and the sting of that god-awful Tennessee game and losses to Vandy and KY will never fade, but this does give one hope for next season. It can work.

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