I have had the pleasure to take some leave from my duties in Little Rock and head home to "God's Country" for a few weeks. I caught the Tenn. Tech game on the radio while spending time with family. I spent three days with my 93 year old grandmother who is on of the reasons I am no more of a trouble maker and charlatan than I am. I was planning to depart for Arkansas on Sunday morning, very AM. That was until I stopped in to visit with my boyhood friend of 27 years who has season tickets to the Dawg Show. Unbelievably, he could not find anyone to accompany him to the Auburn game. I extended my leave and was on my way. On the drive from Alpharetta to Athens, I had some time to ponder my situation. It had been 9 years since I had attended a game at Sanford Stadium, when we defeated the Vols and sadly the goal posts fell. I was single and had just dropped out of classes at University. When faced with all that has come to pass since my last visit to our beloved stadium, the troubles of our season and our program while serious, didn't seem so bad. In the last nine years, my work has taken me far from my home(The main reason I hadn' been to a game in such a long period of time). I have had fantastic adventures and seen the highs and lows of humanity in my service over the last 8 1/2 years. I married, became a father twice over, said goodbye to my Grandfather who meant more to me than he will ever know. I have to add that when I was a boy, I asked my Grandfather, R.C., if he had been in World War II. R.C. replied that he had, and had seen action in Europe and was on a troop ship steaming for Japan when the war ended. I said something about the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki and he grinned and said, "You know history has that all wrong. The reason the war ended was that Tojo heard that R.C. and the boys who whipped Hitler where on their way, and they just gave up." Shortly after that I went to visit a World War II monument, and the bomb came up, and I shared my Grandfather's story with my class, the teacher and the guide. Needless to say they could not dissuade me from believing my Grandfather. D-Daddy as I called him was never wrong. Now I know he was just pulling my leg, but I sure believed it then, and he would tell that story to friends and family when we would all get together and laugh every time. I am off track, but while heading up 85 North, my mind wandered as Clisby Clarke sang about the Bulldog Bite over the Car Stereo. All the troubles of the past few seasons seem to shrink in comparison to the excitement and anticipation of a night game against Auburn at Sanford Stadium. We all know what happened with the game, and the outcome was delightful. I had a wonderful time, and only encountered one arrogant Auburn Fan. After several snide remarks, I gently reminded him that while he may be a war eagle or tiger or whatever Auburn is this week, his momma was a Dog. While our season is not what we had hoped, and our program isn't where we want it to be, it was glorious to be alive and well, with 90 somethig thousand of my closest friends last Saturday. God rest UGA VII's soul. He was a Damn Good Dawg. Thanks to all the Damn Good Dawgs on this board. This is the first place I come to when I need a Dawg fix. I part with this last bit of wisdom, It is better to bark than buzz. No matter win or lose. They may win next week, but they will still be two and seven for the last nine years. Go Dawgs!!!!!