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No Washaun, No Cry*?

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Today is, after all, the 30th anniversary of the death of Nesta Robert Marley, probably the most famous son of Nine Mile, St. Ann Parish, Jamaica and patron saint to many music lovers who wouldn't know Bustamante from Marcus Garvey if the two of them were throwing Easter buns at each other from 10 paces. But enough about my as yet unpublished alternative history novel (set in the streets of Kingston, circa 2074). Let's move on to the question that has plagued Bulldog fans for the past 36 hours or so.

By now you've certainly read Washaun Ealey's parting words and heard that Jeff Monken apparently has no intention of offering a chance for Ealey to be the "premier back" at Georgia Southern. Certainly a guy who's rushed for over 1500 yards in two seasons in the SEC will be able to get on somewhere. But I have to ask: has any college football fanbase ever been less broken up about losing its two time defending leader in rushing yardage than the Bulldog fanbase is right now? Can anyone ever remember a collegiate fanbase being less upset about the transfer of a player who's spent as much time as Ealey has in the starting lineup? I understand that Caleb King has some valuable experience and Boo Malcome looked good this spring and Isaiah Crowell may be the most agile puppy wrangler ever to emerge from Muscogee County, but seriously, where's the hand-wringing? As they say on the Paul Finebaum Show, that's my question. I'm gone hang up and listen.

Go 'Dawgs!!!

*Apropo of very little, am I the only one who gets mildly annoyed when people misinterpret the title of the song in this video clip as an implication that Marley has no female companionship but couldn't care less about that? What about when people say that they "could care less" about something when in fact they mean that it would be impossible for them to be more disinterested? Hey, it's the offseason, errors in English usage and interpretation of reggae lyrics are what's keeping this place from the brink of anarchy.