So, basically, it's like Mark Fox is Lane Kiffin with better manners, since all the Georgia Bulldogs seem capable of achieving on the basketball court are moral victories.
The last few minutes of the first half stunk for the Red and Black, so a visiting squad that ought to have been out in front by several points instead went to the locker room clinging to a slim 38-36 advantage. The Palmetto State Poultry outscored the Fox Hounds 42-39 after the break, largely due to torrid three-point shooting. The Classic City Canines' lead held up almost to the very end, but, once again, it was close but no cigar for the Hoop Dogs.
At this point, I would like to present the family-friendly edited-for-television version of Orson Swindle's 2007 post-Cocktail Party thoughts; viz.:
Dadgummit son-of-a-gun dang drat shucky-darn crap crap crap crap shoot dagnabit Bobby Bowden in a golf cart frick frag freak fargin' sumnabotch scumbum shazbat fishizzle this stinks.Feel better now? I don't.
As Yoda might have put it, "Win or win not. There is no close."
February 1, 2010, will mark 25 consecutive months of abject suckitude in Bulldog Nation. I am true to my school, just like I am to my girl, but, boy, I'll be glad to see the return of the day when the phrase "It's great to be a Georgia Bulldog!" is no longer merely an expression of loyalty and aspiration. Blackout 2007 feels like something that happened to someone else a lifetime ago.
Go 'Dawgs!