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Dawgs Win in Rout, Prepare for the Enemy!

​Well, there’s not a lot to be said when one of the top four or five teams in the country plays a team that shouldn’t even be in the same stadium, so, having said that, I would like to offer a few random observations from the glorious football Saturday we all just enjoyed.

UMass. We killed those boys. Except that our second, third and fourth team defenders had too much trouble corralling their flashy super-star receiver, Andy Isabella. That guy is bonafide. 15 catches for 219 yards and 2 TDs? I wish he were ours.

Otherwise they weren’t big enough, fast enough or strong enough to playing against Georgia. They especially weren’t fast enough.

Exhibit A. Tyler Simmons. 2 receptions. 81 yards. 71 yards TD. 1 carry. 49 yards. 1 TD.

Exhibit B. Justin Fields. 7 carries. 100 yards. 1 TD.  

Exhibit C. James Cook. 3 carries. 76 yards. 1 TD. 

Exhibit D. Mecole Hardman. 3 receptions. 68 yards. 1 TD.

Georgia 3-Headed Running back (Holyfield/Swift/Herrion) 21 carries/152 yards/2 TD

Georgia’s 3-Headed QB ( Fromm/Fields/ Downing) 14/17/275 3 TDs

I rest my case.  

66-27 and it could have been much much worse. I wish we wouldn’t play these games. And how did we give up so many points? I’m blaming it on a muffed kick and a lot on confusion with so many players shuffling in and out.  

But other observations. As Thanksgiving approaches, I’m thankful that Urban Legend Meyer has been exposed as the prick he is to the whole world. Dang, I was pulling hard for Maryland Saturday from my seat in section 132 in Sanford Stadium.

We had one of the best tailgates ever under the Oak Trees. My son Jackson and his best friend Jon go beyond the call of duty to arrive at 6:45 every week—rain or shine—and get things set up. We had about 40 people there this week—for a game against Nobody. The Governor-elect was even there, and I am certainly thankful I mean Brian Kemp and not Stacey Abrams. We had a lot of fried chicken, but I am not sure we had that much.

If we don’t make the playoffs—and, speaking of Stacey Abrams—I am not conceding that we won’t—I kind of wish the committee would put Central Florida in the mix—just so they could play Alabama and we wouldn’t have to hear anything out of them again.

My heart goes out to the family of Tammy, the irritating Auburn caller from the Paul Finebaum Show as Thanksgiving approaches. She was struck head on by a car that crossed the center line and she and her grandbaby were killed Friday. Rest in peace, Tammy, and War Eagle!

I can’t wait to see what Les Miles has under his hat for the Kansas Jayhawks next year.

Thank God we didn’t have any serious injuries of which I am aware Saturday.

Tech still plays dirty and we are going to have to deal with those cut blocks and chop blocks and the ACC officials that won’t call them. To hell with Tech.  

Wasn’t it great to see Sony and Chubb back between the Hedges Saturday? Both are doing so well in the NFL. I’m happy for them.

Have I told you lately how much I hate Tech. I wouldn’t pull for Georgia Tech with two engines out on the team plane. I wouldn’t pull for Tech if they were playing a team coached by Hillary Clinton. I would pull for hell to freeze over tomorrow before I’d pull for Georgia Tech.

The inimitable Dan Magill simply referred to them as The Enemy. He said they were a bunch of “squint asses.” He hated them so much he wouldn’t put mustard on his hot dog because it was yellow—and Dan Magill loved mustard on a hot dog.

To paraphrase Gale Sayers in Brian’s Song, “I hate Tech, and I want you to hate Tech and when you hit your knees and say your prayers tonight, I want you to ask God to hate Tech, too.”

They are the enemy. They stand between us and glory. Show up Saturday. Show up early. Show up loud and proud. Show up and help our Bulldogs defend our home turf and keep the nerds far, far away from our hallowed hedges. 

Look for me. I’ll be the good-looking guy in the red shirt, the Santa hat and the To Hell With Tech tattoo on his cheek. I ain’t saying which cheek, but it doesn’t involve my face.

Go Dawgs!

Darrell Huckaby

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