Run Lindsay, Run!

Well, my beloved Georgia Bulldogs suffered another massacre at the hands of the Florida Crocodiles yesterday, the planets are out of line and darkness descends on the earth..... these are sad, sad days!

Unfortunately for the better part of the last 15 years, these dark days have haunted our land as those nasty, ugly crocks have chomped down on our beautiful DAWGS and sent us home in defeat.

If this scourge continues, it won't be long before locust devour our fields and volcanoes erupt, covering our planet in orange lava...... those reptiles must be stopped!

It wasn't always this way, years ago, ok let me be honest, DECADES ago, we lived in a better time. A time when the red and black ruled supreme, when the world's largest cocktail party really was something to revel in, a time when the DAWGS were on top and those pesky crocodiles were just another pesky step on our way to College Football supremacy. Ahhh, I remember it well.......

Remember it with me, won't you.... a time when milk and honey were in abundance, when life was good, when a lizard knew its place and didn't pose a threat to a rough and tough bulldog, those were the days my friends!

Picture it, November 8, 1980 and the Georgia Bulldogs are mid-way through an undefeated season. Led by Herschel Walker, Buck Belue and a pack of others, the Dawgs make their way to Jacksonville, FL for the annual clash of states, the Georgia-Florida classic known as the "World's Largest Cocktail Party."

I settled into the living room with mama and daddy to watch the game on CBS. We knew that the lizards would be our toughest competition of the year and any hopes of winning a National Championship would be solidified, or lost, on the field that day.

As was customary in our house, if we weren't at the game we watched it on television. We watched it on television, but the sound was off....... for the true picture of what was happening we LISTENED to Larry Munson, the voice of the Bulldogs on the radio!

The game was a nail-biter all day but going into the game, no one could have predicted that the final 90 seconds would determine Georgia's fate, on their march to a National Championship.

With just 90 seconds to go, the Dawgs were deep in the Florida red-zone, behind by one point and on 3rd down, it seemed like the magical season was in jeopardy. For Georgia to win the game, all the goodness of the earth would have to join forces and help conquer those evil crocks.

As the forces of good, stepped up to the line of scrimmage, you could feel the tension in our living room, in the living rooms of the faithful throughout the state of Georgia and in the stadium in Jacksonville.

I had made my way to a chair between mama and daddy, we didn't breathe, we just let Larry Munson guide us through those next few moments.

Relive it with me now...... the miracle of 1980, the moment good defeated evil, the moment when the sun shone bright and the fellowship of humanity celebrate the slaughter of a ugly lizard, sending it back to the swamp.

Run Lindsay, Run!


As Lindsay ran, you could feel the excitement grow. Run Lindsay, Run! Mama and Daddy and I ended up on our feet, jumping with the Georgia faithful! The dawgs were headed to New Orleans and their moment of destiny, a National Championship!



Those were beautiful days, yes they were and I encourage you, to remember the way things should be, the way they will be again, the days when Dawgs are king and pesky reptiles know their place!