Hey hey. So, much went down in the Georgia sporting world this weekend. Very emotional stuff, folks. But it’s important to keep it all in perspective. For example, Saturday after the DAWGS were crushed on the national stage (again) a few of my fellow UGA alums were so despondent that they were unsure if they could carry on and have a good time for the rest of the night. Prompting an Australian gentlemen who has become a de facto member of the group to ask incredulously, “Seriously? Just because your sports team lost?” I think that’s pretty right. Also, why is it every time we don’t deliver in the most stellar, awesome way ever, Mark Richt is a horrible coach that needs to be fired? I tire of that nonsense. He’s quite obviously a great coach. The boys let HIM down Saturday. Sorry, but that’s how I see it. And it looks like there may be at least something else to blame for the way Murray appeared preoccupied. But I tell you, after watching what went down, I think Richt and Murray should have a little chat with the offensive line because they were a wall of jello. Anyway, that’s my take. And I hope we don’t lose another game this season because if I have to hear one more dude who’s never stepped foot on a gridiron complain about Mark Richt’s coaching (they — and women — are always the loudest and most persistent in the “fire the coach!” squeal fest), I’m going to start vocalizing how misguided they are and that never ends well (although I think my friends find it funny. Ahem.)
Interestingly, on the subject of taking things too seriously, my Pops was pretty disgusted with the Atlanta fans for their behavior following one of the worst calls ever made in Major League baseball and the one I hope eliminates that second wildcard weirdness. I tend to agree with this article and, as my friend Bay mentioned this weekend, kinda found it appropriate and a fitting protest. I like that Gonzalez protested the entire game because the officiating wasn’t all that good from jump (Pops disagrees, saying the behind-the-plate ump was actually pretty accurate if the computer generated strikezone box can be believed). Nonetheless, it’s the Nats turn to face the Cards and they’ve already beaten them once in the series. So, I’m feeling a little Natitude. It’s been hard for this kid because I have issues with association — that is to say when people who have been absolutely horrible to me REALLY like something, it’s hard for me to like it as well. Even if I do. But I think this is actually a flaw of mine. And so I’m skipping dance class tonight and heading up to Lou’s (that’s my go to because it’s huge and has a nice covered patio and is roughly 3 blocks from my house) to cheer on the Nats. They are a great team and it would be nice to see them go to the mat. Hopefully that will calm down the fans a bit. Because I saw them get into fights in the stands at the last game I attended and that’s just ghetto. But in a different way from throwing beer on the field to protest a bad call. Ahem.
On the subject of skipping dance, this also affords me the opportunity to make it up by going to a Tuesday night hip-hop class at the Atlas location. I have yet to go to this location because it is RIDICULOUSLY hard to get over there short of driving, which I’m avoiding at present. But the guilt of missing dance tonight may force a metro trip to the Hill tomorrow after work and then a cab ride home. Also, because of the video below. My friend Ali P. is doing some dancing with these guys and that’s just cool. Been missing hip-hop a bit lately. It really is a loose and funky way to dance that’s like nothing else.
Anyway, redemption came in the form of the Dirty Birds and I think RG III may rethink being so much of a running QB. There’s a reason those guys throw the ball away RG… .
In closing, before I give you just a few other diversions (you know how I do), let me just say that sometimes people do come through for you, as was evidenced this weekend during our little flag football double header (we won our first game y’all. Against Alabama, too. Nice…). Sometimes I get all blue because I think people are basically selfish and terrible — I’ve met a few of these people in my life — and then a friend just shows up. They just show up for you and you just have a good time. A better time than you’ve ever had doing that exact same activity. And man, it’s really just worth all the other crap to know that there’s even one person who bucks the stereotype. Good stuff. And it made a friend of mine from High School’s recent writing even better when I came across it this morning. I need more of this in my life.
Right, other things.
The wisdom of Dr. Tynes: “Caveat Emptor… Grape nuts have neither grapes nor nuts (but instead appear to contain brown aquarium gravel and industrial grade ceramic pellets).”
Science as well. This is too cool man and I swear if it comes out we’ve built stuff like this because of some knowledge of alien technology I will not be surprised. Until then I remain skeptical. But it would be cool, wouldn’t it?
Holy crikey WANT! This might have to happen…
Next on the list. I’m sure it won’t be as good as my brother Dan’s (he uses like 8 different kinds of beans) but the cornbread is intriguing me…