I'll post something more cheerful and light-hearted later this week, but I wanted to post this quicker. I tried to find a sonnet from this week's writer, but for whatever reason, nothing struck me quite right (which is a failing more of me than of the author, as you will see later this week). So I wrote this from scratch; it's a bit rough and unpolished, but given that I loved Munson's rough and unpolished delivery, I can live with the bumps. As for the final quatrain, there have been several calls to black out
Historic Mark Richt Field Bobby Dodd Stadium this weekend. Regardless of whether this actually happens or not, mentioning it sounded nice in the sonnet. With apologies to all sonnets everywhere:
You'd always tell us to get the picture
before painting in shades of red and black.
Now you are free from all of life's strictures
and it is our world that your color lacks.
You made our Saturdays so much sweeter
with your gravelly voice and humor wry.
All good Dawgs know the cadence and meter
of, "Look at the Sugar falling outta the sky!"
This Saturday, let us paint for Larry
a picture for him who red and black bled.
Drive up the score by parry and carry;
paint the stadium black and the field red.
Let us score a win in Atlanta-town
in honor of he who hunkered life down.