Coming Home

With the Delaney and Bonnie classic playing on the IPOD in my brain, I'm "Comin' Home" to Georgia for Thanksgiving, and to Athens on Saturday for the Dirt Dauber game.   

I've now watched the Dawgs from four different times zones this year.  For the Kentucky game, I had to rely on radio via GeorgiaDogs while impatiently waiting for the local sports bar to open.  The Raycom feed of the Auburn game was available at Yahoo, which was nice, since much of what I had to say during the game was best said in the privacy of my living room. 

Like most Dawg fans, I have no idea what to expect Saturday. I suggest the PA announcer at Sanford Stadium distract the Bees by frequently announcing scores from the UVA-VaTech game, which will determine their fate in the wretched ACC.

My fiancee and I have already decided not to order bowl tickets--not because we are disappointed with the team or the season, but simply because we don't want to spend a weekend in Orlando, our least favorite city in our least favorite state.  My line about Orlando is that it's what you'd get if the Mormons had built Las Vegas (no disrespect intended to LDS folk; I just can't personally stand a big cup of tackiness without a dollop of decadance). 

While I'll bark and yell with the best of them Saturday, I'm already looking forward to 2009, which I had always figured, even during the pre-season Number One hype, would be Our Year.  Let's hope Stafford and Moreno feel the same way in January. 

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all, and Go Dawgs!