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In the Word of Miss Emily Litella, "Nevermind. . . ."

First of all, my thanks go out to Ryan, Paul Westerdawg, Swamp Ball, The Realist, and everyone else for the warm welcome extended to me upon my arrival in my new on-line home.  

By the way, Paul Westerdawg also wins the award for the week's best headline in the intercollegiate athletics blogosphere.  

Secondly, my recent defense of Ian Smith was weakened somewhat when the Bulldog offensive lineman was arrested a second time, this time because he provided the authorities with an incorrect date of birth at the time the jack-booted thugs took down a wooden door to get to him in the bathroom.  

Even well-known Georgia Tech weblogger Nathan acknowledges that this "is a completely minor offense of no actual import," but the stupidity factor of this whole mess, which was sky-high already, just leapt upward by another embarrassing bound.  

If one is looking for a silver lining for the men in silver britches, here it is:  

If, as seems likely, an attempt at deception, rather than a clerical error, accounts for the discrepancy of dates, Smith deserves (grudgingly) to be given some credit for mentally being able to deduct two years from his date of birth while still in a drunken state, immediately after being awakened by a police officer's prodding while in the midst of a trip to the restroom.  

Hey, you try it.  I bet it's not as easy as it sounds.  

Go 'Dawgs!