Monday, November 26, 2007

Collateral Cheer List

Oklahoma over Missouri
Dave Wannstedt and the Stache they call Pitt over West Virginia

Wait a minute. That's Shchnider from One Day at a Time. I know I've got a Wannstedt picture here somewhere. Here we go...


It comes down to this. Oklahoma looks pretty reasonable but Pitt over West Virginia? I don't think that's happening. But if it does, UGA would probably get a shot at Ohio State for the national title as long as Oklahoma doesn't completely tar and feather Mizzou and Va Tech doesn't do something spectacular against BC. There's also the chance that a 2-loss SEC Champ LSU goes to the big dance over 2-loss UGA, but that doesn't look like it's going to be the case.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Week 13 Pickoff

Creeping along towards mediocrity here. paT is a spoilsport.

Last Week

SAWB 9-13
Dante 8-8

Overall

SAWB 149-158-1
paT 78-99
Dante 73-78

Pillowfight Pickems:

Old-School throwback of the week: Vandy v Wake
New-School mockery of the week: Stanford v Notre Dame
It's funny because nobody will be watching: Alabama v Auburn
Because I couldn't pass it up: Florida Atlantic v Florida International

Best Of Shows

The other night, I was sitting on the porch of two musicians I know in New Orleans and we were discussing the very, very different music cultures that exist in New Orleans and Athens. One discussed difference is that NOLA has between 3 and 5 weekly/monthly magazines which go over local music. Athens has the Flagpole.

Try as I might, I've never been able to get into anything other than the Flagpole format. I still read it, online, every single week. I have since I left Athens in 2003. This week, they are going over the Top Live (Athens) Bands over the last 20 years. I won't say how many of the bands on that list I was actually in town to see personally, but I was disappointed that it wasn't more of them. Of the ones I agree with, Ishues and Drive By Truckers put on absolutely insane shows. And I went to a lot of shows where Ish was on the mic at some point of the evening.

At any rate, this being Thanksgiving an all, and one of the things I am most thankful for is Music being as important to my life as it is, I'll mirror the FP and give you a list of the best live shows I've seen in the last 20 years of my life.

III Rail (1993-1995) Island City. You've never heard of these guys, but they were a South Georgia heavy, heavy metal band that, had their been true justice in the world, would have been given the opportunity to open Ozzfest or a Family Values tour. Yeah, I was only in high school. Yeah, I didn't know too much about music back then and was convinced that I would never, ever cut my hair willingly. But back then, before their bass player later became my drummer and one of my best friends, they were light years ahead of where kids should be at their age. Looking back with all the experience I now have, they still and always will rate as one of the best live performances ever.

The Black Rose Band (2006-present) New Orleans. So shockingly good, I wrote a live review of the show as soon as I was physically able.

Skillet* (1996-199?) Athens, Georgia. Another band you may not have heard of, unless you are in my Athenian readership. This was taking bar-room rock formulas and making all the other barrock bands sound like teetotaling choirboys. Songs like "Woman Who Won't Say Please" and "Piss Drunk." Crowds would embrace the elusive term of "ruthless abandon." If you brought a thermometer in the room, it may have ended up with mercury on the floor on several occasions. At more than one Skillet show which I attended, the crowd took a notorious Normaltown establishment famous for hamburgers and an endless supply of the coldest beer in town, and drained every last can, bottle and keg of beer to the last humble swills.

The Del Rays (1996-1997) Athens, Georiga. During the ska rebirth in the late 90's, these guys had a show so tight and energetic that buildings would sway in time with the dancing of the crowds. I'd never been to a show before or after where everyone danced, but these guys did it every time I saw them, and the music they played required the movement of even the most arythmic clubgoers. I went to both of their 'final' shows, one at the 40 Watt Club where we refused to let them leave the stage until the rumour of impending authorities drove us away, and the one at their house out by the 10 loop to the South of town, where it seemed there were double digit kegs and half the University of Georgia swing dancing in a giant field backlit by cars on the elevated highway.

The St Augustine Marching 100 (2007) New Orleans They didn't even have a hundred, or so I was told, but it was a Saturday parade just before Mardi Gras, and for some reason, these high schoolers stopped right in front of my group of people and rattled the windows on St Charles Avenue for at least a square block. I'm sure they rattled many more before the weekend was over.

The Bearfoot Hookers (2005) Waycross, Georgia I've seen 'em in Athens, on Island City and in Brunswick, but nothing compares to a swampland throw down like the BFH playing on a 'stage' at Cypress Creek in Waycross. What appears to be half the population of Ware and Brantley Counties show up and dance like nobody's watching, and everyone knows the words to every single song.

The Chris McCarty Band (2004-2006) Island City, Georgia Yeah, they're from Gainesville. Yes, they played at Rafters. Yes, they're Florida fans. Huge Florida fans. But that's OK, because they put on one of the most intimate and high-energy performances you can ever see at the same time. I have never seen a frontman connect, on a personal level, with his audience the way Chris does, and you can tell by the way the audience reacts to him. Phenomenal.

That's the short list, anyway, there are many tops not mentioned here (eLeMeNOP, Herb and Skills, Groovestain, Feable Weiner, Morning Bell), but these are the ones who rolled off the top of my head the quickest. Add some of yourn if you are interested in continuing the list.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Black Cat's Path (Part 2)

To pick up right where I left off, there I am at Carrolton Station, watching the Dawgs play Kentucky. The paragon of bartenders convinced me that the Wild Turkey and Coca-Colas had worked so well for the mojo during the Auburn game the previous week that such should be my beverage of choice on this day as well.

I couldn't have agreed more.

The assembled crowd of mainly Georgia alumni and LSU fans continued to gather throughout the game, prognosticating the way only semi-rivals may as to the impending UGA v LSU game in Baton Rouge next year (LSU and Georgia are natural allies in most zero-sum SEC regular seasons, as both teams play Florida and Auburn every single year). Once Georgia had picked up steam and began to outplay Kentucky in the second half, the LSU - Ole Miss game came on, as well as the final quarter of the Vanderbilt - Tennessee game. You see, if Vandy beat Tennessee, Georgia would end up playing LSU in Atlanta for the SEC Championship. This encouraged what can only be described as 'inspired' debate. Most LSU fans, while confident, do not like the idea of yet another top 10 team showing up on their schedule while Les Miles considers the Michigan job.

In further evidence that New Orleans is indeed the World's Largest Village, and that being a University of Georgia alumnus is one of the most far reaching social networks on the planet, I found out that one of my fellow Dawg fans is also a teacher in the RSD. And that he had been at Mimi's the previous night hanging out with the same teachers I was hanging out with. So a sub-plot emerged in between the football banter: the never ending discussion of the state of New Orleans' schools.

Before too long, the Dawgs had won, and the world I was a part of was glued to the Vandy - Tennessee game, and I realized that I had been at the bar for six hours. You have to go waay back in my history to find a time I spent six hours at a bar without thinking about it or even entertaining the idea of moving the party somewhere else.

But there would be no party to move, Tennessee beat Vandy and they still control their own destiny to Atlanta. Only Kentucky stands in the Volunteers' way of a season finishing dance with LSU in Atlanta on December 1.

As I'm leaving, a fellow alumni lets me borrow his copy of Party Out of Bounds, an intimate look at the beginnings of the alt-pop scene in Athens back in the late 70's and early 80's. The detail struck absolute fear into my heart, as I know that there will one day be a book named "Olypmic Four Square and Other Notorious Legends from Creswell Hall: 1996 - 1999." That is a book that will end any future political or professional career I may have, I am sure of it. Least I know how to wash dishes.

Back to Saturday, there I am, home at last and resting, when friends begin to call me to come out, pile my ass in the truck and roll back down to the Quarter for some fun. Sorry, folks, I am funned out today, as six hours of screaming at a television is wont to do that to a man. I call it an early night.

Sunday, I arise with the knowledge that there is something to do today, but I can't remember what. Calling around for a lunch crowd, I am told of the Po' Boy Restoration Affair or some such business going on over at Oak Street. I was especially unaware of the endangered nature of the Po' Boy sandwich, even here in New Orleans (you know, where I can get so many different variations of sandwich other than po boys...).

It is the Dangerous One who alerts me to this fact, while she is also telling me that, no, she will not be hanging out with me today, she has a date. Outstanding, I tell her, and we proceed to talk politics until her date actually calls her.

So I roll to the bank, and here's where the title of the story comes into play. I get out of the 4Runner to go up to the ATM, and I hear some crazy noise. I had heard it before further Uptown, but had given it little thought. Crazy noises go off in this town with surprising regularity, and my naturally curious and neurotic mind had let it go. But here it was again.

Coming. From. My. Engine.

But this was no engine noise. This was a living thing. A mewling living thing, and my shock turned to horror as I thought about the possibility of driving around these bumpy roads with a cat in my engine.

One cigarette later, with some rather quizzical looks from the Felicity Street passersby, (as I unwisely had my head up underneath my vehicle's nether regions, meowing loudly AT my engine...), I decided that the only way to find the creature would be to pop the hood and look inside.

Even though I knew what I would find there, it didn't contain the shock of having a small black kitten leap at you from the insides of a motor vehicle. I was fully unprepared for this small black ball of hissing puff and fang to then retire deeper into the bowels of my engine, deftly weaving in and out of what are surely vital and expensive pieces of imported machinery. Angry eyes glowed up into the sun as my face towered over the engine. At this point, said black cat must have decided that the ride down St Charles was over, for he evacuated the undercarriage of my vehicle in what can only be described as loud complaint.

Now, I was going to try and catch the thing, because he looked healthy and fed, and was really only a young tomcat in the making. I have caught more difficult kittens with my hands, but this one was fast. He made his way to a parking lot at the corner of Prytania and Felicity and jumped up inside the engine of a Honda Civic.

All I could do was stand there and look very, very dumb.

A half hour later, I had my cash from the ATM, had composed a barely believeable note for the hood of the unsuspecting Civic owner (much smaller car, much smaller engine, greater probablility of involuntary felicide), and dropped off some IAMS cat food onto the parking lot in hopes of feeding the smallest new resident of the Lower Garden District. Hopefully this one would come outside and become someone's pet. I had done all I could.

I said my goodbyes to the puffy one before taking my leave to the Po' Boy festival to gorge myself on tasty sandwiches. He didn't want to come along = his problem.

If at first you don't succeed...

Now Amazon has decided that they want to jump into the non-market that is e-book and introduce their own e-book reader. Back in the 90's, everyone was sure that people would dump their paper books in droves and adopt the new e-book model. Hey, it takes up less space, has a horrible screen, requires batteries, and costs every bit as much to buy an e-book as it costs to buy a hardback. What was not to like?

Fast forward to today. Out of all the online versions of our beloved media, books are the ones that have gained the least traction. Periodicals are increasingly found online these days. Music is dead in stores not named Wal-Mart or Target. Movies are heading down the same path. Yet there are still free standing bookstores all over the country. Many of them rely as much on their coffee sales as they do on their books, but it's not like people are abandoning the format like they are with CDs.

On the e-book front, Sony has about the only serviceable e-book reader. It has solved most of the battery and poor screen issues but it still isn't gaining traction thanks to a pretty hefty price tag. Now Amazon thinks it can make some inroads by promoting their own $400 e-book reader. It doesn't have the polish of Sony's reader but it does have free wireless access to buy and download books through Amazon. How nice of them. They're saying best sellers and new releases would run about $9.99. They neglect to mention how much older and/or more obscure books would go for.

The Amazon and Sony models still fall very short of being as ubiquitous as the average book. You still have to turn it off on the plane (where I do quite a bit of reading). You still have to change batteries every now and then. You still can't fit it in your pocket nearly as easily as a paperback. Amazon Chief Executive Jeff Bezos claims "Amazon designed Kindle with the e-book's strengths in mind," but that hardly looks to be the case. I'm about 5 minutes away from a bookstore that will sell me any best seller I want for $10-$15. Where can I find out of print stuff? Can I get textbooks in e-book format? Given their weight and availability, that would be a good use of the e-book. Can I get some logic puzzles and crosswords? Oh yeah, and can I get it for $50? As long as e-book readers cost in the hundreds of dollars, I'm just going to spend the money on more books. I think e-books are on the verge of being worthwhile, but they're not going to beat paper at its own game and despite claims to the contrary, e-books are not finding very inventive ways to combat paper on its own terms.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Black Cat's Path: Part 1

What a weekend.

I don't usually have a lot of time these days, because I work hard for the money and all, but this week is a week at school without the kids around, so I've been able to do something I really haven't been able to do recently: enjoy living in the City of New Orleans.

That's right, I spent most of this weekend falling in love with New Orleans again, remembering how much fun it is to live in a city like this, eating spectacular food and partaking of tasty beverages.

As of 3:23pm CST on Friday afternoon, the last busload of beautiful children was leaving the school where I work, and 15 teachers were standing around, screaming and high-fiving like we had just won the Super Bowl.

(This does not bode well for whatever is going to happen on the last day of school in June, but I digress...)

Out of Gentilly and into downtown we wandered, many of us making our way to Mimi's in the Mariny at the corner of Royal and Franklin. This has become our usual Friday night haunt, and this Friday was no exception. Frosty beverages all around, some talk of the week gone by and of plans for the week ahead. Or plans for the weekend, and every song included a variation of the same refrain: drinking. Down the street (and really, only like 150 feet down Royal Street) we went for what has got to be some of the tastiest restaurant served fried catfish in the world (thrice have I partaken of this meal, as I eat only fish on Fridays, but I cannot, for the life of me, remember the name of this place). But it had been a long week, and while it was not late, it was far, far past my bedtime. And I had an early game to watch tomorrow Uptown, so I was away.

Back to Octavia Street, where I sleep, and where the SWAT team had my block cordoned off in a hunt for an armed suspect. They were gone by the time I got back, however, which was good. And I mean that in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary definition of good kind of way. I got to get the tale from the neighbors in the street. The suspect was apprehended with superbly appropriate force, so the story goes. Because no night is complete in this town without a manhunt.

The next day, rising at the late hour of 6am (I slept in), I laid in bed for a while and hit the snooze button. This is one of life's great luxuries, and while obnoxious, can be catharsis for someone who usually cannot. I ran some errands, and ended up down at Carrolton Station. This is where the Georgia Alumni gather to watch the Bulldawgs play on the plasma screen televisions. Shockingly enough, not every bar in New Orleans is open 24 hours, and the door proclaimed that the Station would not be open until noon. Since the kickoff was at 11:30 CST, this was somewhat bothersome, but not too much, for the day was bright, the weather was a fine 75 degrees, and there is a coffee shop down the block.

Did I mention it was fine weather? What ends up being even better about this place is how nice the young ladies look in this kind of weather. Seriously. Beautiful day, about to watch football, coffee and chicory (caffeine on the black wings of death) in my cup cut proudly by deep spoonfuls of brown sugar, and wonderfully appointed specimens of New Orleans' fairer sex out for a morning stroll. It is a good thing I grew up on Island City and came of age in Athens, for less prepared men may have died just looking at the heavenly setting.

Oh, yeah, there's football back down the street. I guess, if the bar doesn't open till noon, I'll just go read the paper and wait.

The excellent owner of the fine establishment that is Carrolton Station saw me walking by in Georgia Red and bade me enter. He hadn't really opened the place yet, but the television was on, the kickoff was poised, and the roar of the Sanford Stadium crowd could be heard rumbling the long held "Goooooooooooooooo......"

"...Dawgs." I watched the kickoff and the migthy return.

Do days get any better than this?

Friday, November 16, 2007

Woot Off!

For those of you who don't know, we are in the 2nd day of a Woot Off. No Bags of Crap yet. but you did miss the animatronic Elvis.

Bart, don't pester your sister. Lisa, Drink the Water.

So apparently someone was recently caught scattering their loved one's ashes on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disney World. And this is something that's rumored to be a somewhat regular occurrence with both the Pirates ride and the Haunted Mansion. I don't particularly want to be cremated myself but if someone who outlives me could Weekend at Bernie's me onto Space Mountain, that would be sweet. Just get me onto the ride and then leave me behind when the ride is done like you don't know me. If whoever does dispose of my remains insists on dumping me at the Pirates ride, I hope they at least have the good sense to dress me up like a ninja first.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Week 12 Pickoff

I'll get the totals and whatnot from last week up in a while, but i wanted to get this out before the Oregon/Arizona tilt.

Pillowfight Pickems -

Notre Dame v Duke (Seriously, take that in for a moment and giggle.)
Bowling Green v Buffalo
Tulane v Rice

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Rudy Transferred to Duke

Duke is headed to South Bend this week to take on the worst Notre Dame team to ever play college football. If I were the Irish, I'd me mighty scared. Apparently a lot of people at Duke are taking this game seriously. Here's a quote from the Duke Super Bowl website:
"This game is a big deal for Duke football fans - since we're not allowed to go to Bowl games (due to our inability to qualify with enough wins), this is our best chance for a big victory and to experience a bowl game."
If Duke wants this game as much as this site indicates, Weiss and company are in for some big trouble. Especially given their bowl record.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

You thought Lincoln Financial was bad...

Lincoln Financial is the current broadcaster of the good-enough-for-TV-but-not-for-ESPN-or-CBS SEC football games. There are a lot of people who complain (with good reason) about the production quality and broadcasting ability of Financial. Well, it's about to get a lot worse. Turns out Raycom Sports is the beneficiary of Lincoln Financial's decision to rid themselves of their sports broadcasts. Raycom used to be the broadcasters of the now-defunct SWC games. Given that TV coverage is a primary reason the SWC stopped being so competitive, I'm more than a little leery that the same people covering those games are now going to be covering SEC games. A LOT worse, I tell you...

Whatever....

In case you missed the news, the Writers Guild of America is on strike. They're the ones in charge of writing scripts for the mediocrity that passed for this year's fall TV lineup among other things. As a "show of solidarity" for the WGA, many entertainment blogs have decided to stop writing new blog content. Yeah, no kidding. With the strike and the whole lack of new shows to write about, it's pretty easy to go dark now. What else were you going to do?

As a "show of solidarity" with the TV executives, I pledge to bring you at least 3 new posts each week. When your contract year sucks, it's not a good idea to rock the boat. The writers should take what they can get and get back to work. If anything, they should negotiate a short term contract and work their hardest to pick things up until that expires. And for the record, I really don't care if this strike ends or not. I don't watch too much TV anyways. I can find other thing to do. There's no novelist strike I'm aware of and if there is, there's still plenty of material I haven't read yet.

Here's a list recommended activities if you're looking for something to do besides watch TV:
Recommended Reading:
1. Breakfast of Champions (Kurt Vonnegut) - It's pretty formulaic Vonnegut but it's still enjoyable.
2. Beginnings in the Enderverse (Orson Scott Card) - This is a collection of novellas related to the Ender's Game series. Ender's Game was a fantastic novel but I really didn't enjoy the followups novels I've read. The biggest problem with Ender's Game is that the novel really leaves you with nowhere else to go. These novellas are mostly prequels and manage to be interesting yet remain relevant to the original novel. If you haven't read the novel, I'd advise skipping the novella the novel is based on (which is included in this set).
3. Rise and Fall of the Third Reich (Shirer) - Yes, I'm still reading it. Still a good book though.
4. Wars of the Ancient Greeks (Victor Davis Hanson) - There are two versions of this book: an oversized hardback with tons of illustrations and a nicely sized trade paper back. The paper back still has a few illustrations but doesn't seem the worse for missing many of the pictures. Unfortunately, that's not the one that was on sale for $5 so it's not the one I have. I have the giant coffee table book. It's a good read either way on Greek warfare and how it evolved.
Games (Video and Other):
1. Paper Mario and the 1,000 Year Door - A Gamecube is CHEAP these days and the games are cheaper. You could probably get set up with the game and system for about $50-$60. I bought this game because I was going to be home alone for a few days and wanted something to do. I don't really play video games much anymore. After about 10 minutes of playing I thought this was one of the stupidest games I've ever played but when I realized I was still playing it 5 hours later, I reversed my decision. It's enjoyable and it's long. It's sort of like an RPG but I never felt like I was having to grind (walk around and kill enemies just to level up and get more powerful) and the fight scenes are more button mashing than menu selection which is nice.
2. Red Alert 2 - This fourth Command and Conquer game is the pinnacle of real time strategy gaming. The Yuri's Revenge add-on is also pretty nice but diminishes the Russians somewhat. Always remember that Prism Tanks have a slightly longer range than Prism Towers and you're set.
3. Settlers of Catan - This is the end-all, be-all of boardgames. It's insanely competitive but you're competing by building you own team up instead of tearing down the other team. The basic idea is to build roads and settlements based on the resources available. It's incredibly simple and addictive in a fun sort of way. MSN online has a download version for the PC. This version has AI designed by the creators of the game and it's just awesome. They also have online play available but I don't do that much. There's also the actual board game if you have multiple people at one spot wanting to play.
4. Stratego - I love incomplete information games. They're just fun in a way complete information games like checkers and chess can't be. Unfortunately, I've never found a video game version of Stratego with a decent AI. It's too easy to lure the Marshall, find their flag, etc. But if you can find a second player, this game is one of the best.
5. Poker - The poker fad is dying. Now is a great time to score some poker chips cheap, get a decent sized table, and get a game together.

If you have any other suggestions, post them here.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Week 11 Pickoff

Bad week last week for everybody not named Dante

last week -

Dante - 7-6
paT - 12-15
SAWB - 2-5

Overall -

SAWB - 116-125-1
paT - 78-99
Dante - 65-70

Pillowfight pickem's

UNC v NCSU
Rice v SMU
San Diego State v UNLV

Whitey's Bathroom

I just can't pass up the opportunity to post this story. It seems that First Coast News has taken time out of their busy apartment fire covering schedule to look into allegations that there's a white-only bathroom at the Georgia Pacific plant in Brunswick, GA. The story looked a little ho-hum at first but when talking about supposedly broken toilets, the story had me at "where truckers come to weigh their logs." Apparently, white folks may use the "out of order" toilet but colored folks may not. Security guard Lisa Wagner claims "whites were invited to use the toilet." I have trouble believing that statement since it would involve someone inviting a trucker to use their bathroom but I'll leave that alone for now.

Lisa Woods, a former GP worker who first informed First Coast News of this dastardly discrimination, claims that "her co-worker, Anthony Lee, believed the races shouldn't mix." She has since been fired by the company.

"First Coast News Jeannie Blaylock went to the scale house with a photographer to find out. She flushed the toilet and it seemed to be working just fine." This brings us to the epic climax of the piece. It reminds me of a comment made once by a good friend of mine's father concerning American Idol: "The people who watch would watch anything. You could show a toilet flush and they'd watch it." Indeed.

Looking at both sides of the issue, even if there is a toilet that is supposedly out of order but in fact does work, I'm still not convinced racial discrimination is what allows some truckers to use the toilet but not others. The one thing that stood out to me is that the trucker who was denied use of the toilet was an independent. If I were betting money, I'd wager that if the toilet was only used by a select few, the GP workers regardless of race would be those few.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Love Letters & Smack Talk

I can't stand to say this, but there are times I absolutely despise living in New Orleans, Louisiana. Before you get too angry at that, let me tell you what times those are, because they are very specific ones. It isn't the potholes or the screaming students or the lack of good fast food - though such times can be farily despicable when they are going on. No, the times I am thinking about generally occur for about four hours on Saturdays in the fall. Every Saturday.

Because that's when my Bulldogs play football.

Now, to a lot of you, that may sound like a fairly paltry reason. But that's only to those of you who don't know what it is to be a fan of football, a fan of the South, a fan of everything that is right and good in this world. I cannot, and by that I mean I am simply unable to smith the words in the correct form to describe what it is to be in Athens, Georgia when the Auburn University Tigers come to town to play football.

I can tell you stories, endless stories about those weekends. I can still remember every dish on the menu at the tailgate to end all tailgates in 2005. I can still tell you the scores. I can tell you, without a doubt of faith in my voice, that it is the honest truth that the prettiest girls on the planet Earth can be seen only on the Auburn - Georgia weekend. We don't know where they came from Thursday, we're not sure where they leave for on Monday, but that weekend the ladies turn the volume up to 11.

But I still can't set the scene justly unless you were there.

The Deep South's Oldest Rivalry, and we know it. The Auburn - Georgia game was always the biggest game in Athens. No matter what Tennessee was ranked. No matter how much Carolina would talk. Even the Florida wins, though they were always sweet, were never in Athens.

And that's part of what makes it special.

Just like the fact that Mardi Gras can't be truly celebrated anywhere other than New Orleans, that Jazzfest and second lines are unique to a place; so too is the Auburn - Georgia game.

The Auburn - Georgia Game is in Athens every two years. That weekend was always the best weekend of the whole two years. Every event a legend. This game is played every other year in Auburn, Alabama; but we know that deep down, even Tiger fans can't wait to get to Washington Street on Friday night, or walk down Sanford Drive on Saturday.

On Saturday, I will be down at Carrolton Station in New Orleans, Louisiana, screaming at a television set, underneath the table and dreaming of a far away land.

Gotta let that sink in for a few more hours.

Now for the best of the smack talk:

Auburn always comes into Athens in a foul mood. Every other year, they bring 20-30 players and thousands of alumni that The University of Georgia rejected. We have nicer facilities, better academics, prettier women and more money. In fact, we have all the things they want...like literacy, indoor plumbing, jobs, asphalt, and prosperity. -Georgia Sports Blog


And one more love letter:
But I also love Auburn because of this game. It is the Deep South's Oldest Rivalry. It is a game that was played when my grandfather was an undergraduate, when people who didn't wear ascots and drive Peugeots cared about the score of the Yale/Harvard game and couldn't find Athens on a map. It is a vestige of a time when the SEC was not the preeminent cash cow of college football. A time when people took backroads from Opelika and Prattville and Villa Rica and Claxton to see a game that most people in the rest of the country didn't know or care was happening. It is a showdown between two fanbases who were stark raving mad about college football long, long before it was fashionable.-DawgSports


Woof.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Week 10 Pickoff

The Dawgs won, so, back into action we go. Week 8 was rough for everybody not named Dante. Let's see if one of us can at least manage to finish even money...

Overall -

SAWB - 114-120-1 0.487
paT - 66-84 0.440
dante - 58-64 0.475


Pillowfight Pickem's -

Iowa v Northwestern
Louisiana Tech v Idaho
And lastly, with a 47 year winning streak on the line, Navy v Notre Dame.