I missed watching and blogging the game with y'all and hated to settle for keeping track of the game via the score ticker at the bottom of the Clemson/Fla St. game, but we have been concerned with such basic concerns as not sleeping on the floor and being able to cook food in the kitchen. So I did not get to watch the game, but I am glad that the Dawgs pasted the Commies without any poetical aid on my part. I only have a few minutes of Internet access (thanks to some generous people that are bearing with me), so I will post the poem I wrote while riding shotgun from Georgia to Mississippi. True, it's not exactly patterned after a literary classic, but I've been a bit of an emotional wreck for the past few weeks months days so bear with me. I suppose it's a bit of a Dawgography; when everyone was doing those, I still considered myself an outsider, so I didn't do one. Here's mine, set to the tune of "Georgia" with apologies Cee Lo. I have to confess that I haven't even listened to this poem to the tune of the song since I only had time to quickly grab the lyrics while online at a truckstop, so if it doesn't fit the rhythm, I'm sorry. If I'm lucky, I'll have Internet by the next game and will be able to take my rightful pessimistic place here once again.

Cee-Lo - Georgia (via zerkoni1)

The Cee-Lo version.

Band Of Horses Georgia (via bandhorses)

The Band of Horses Redcoat version.

Back when I was a girl, I watched football just because I loved the game.
A few years later, as I watched the Dawgs, a sudden realization came.
Back before I could go online, I didn't always see them,
but my friends were fans of the Dawgs, and when the Dawgs won, my friends were all happy.
I'd wager I was a teenager before I knew I loved Bulldog football,
I took a good look around and thought, "Don't worry, Young Grip, you're making a good call."

Georgia!
You'll always be my home team.
Georgia!
Though I'm leaving now, you'll always have part of me.
I may not be coming back,
but I'll proudly wear the red and black.

I'm moving on, using hugest U-Haul to take my stuff away.
I-20 West, lovely 78, I-55 the rest of the way.
There's something about Atlanta that always terrifies me;
and after that, Birmingham still seems very crazy.
Now I will live near Vols and Rebs and suffer Tide and Tigers;
the only Dawgs I'll get to see support that dumpster fire.

Georgia!
You'll always be my home team.
Georgia!
Though I'm leaving now, you'll always have part of me.
I may not be coming back,
but I'll proudly wear the red and black.

Dawg Sports!
You'll always be home to me.
Dawgsports!
I'll still write for y'all, and y'all will still write for me.
Where I live won't keep me from
silly posts and crummy puns.