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Thursday Morning Dawg Bites is Gonna Be Your Man in Motion

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All I need is a pair of wheels...

Like a modern day Judd Nelson, David Marshall defiantly thrusts his fist into the air... then tells everyone he is engaged to Ally Sheedy even though she totally isn’t down with that because she’s pretty sure he’s been cheating on her (This caption is an unfortunate flight of fancy and should in no way be considered a negative reflection on David Marshall, who the author is certain is an upstanding young man).
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As I previously mentioned in this week’s TV schedule, I’ve been sort of dreading this weekend. All of the responsibilities I’ve shirked in the name of college football are about to smack me right in the face when those 3 awful letters, B-Y-E, show up next to Georgia’s name. If I’m being honest, it has renewed a long-dormant sense of angst about adulthood and what comes with it... not unlike that confronted by the characters in the greatest of all the Brat Pack films, St. Elmo’s Fire.

Like many of my unpopular (yet correct) opinions, this declaration may make you want to scream. But consider this: St. Elmo’s Fire is the UGA of Brat Pack movies.

Now stay with me here. The film’s themes remain more relevant than any Brat Pack movie not called The Breakfast Club (Alabama), it has an amazing theme song with a killer horn section (yup!), it exemplifies the glory of the 80’s (saxophonist), and it has a guy named Kirby that we’re all rooting for. I hereby accept your apology regarding your initial disbelief.

And if this incoherent rambling has you frustrated, just wait until I get into why She’s Having a Baby is far and away the best thing John Hughes ever made*.

Huh? Not interested in my entirely accurate takes on 80’s coming-of-age cinema?

Alright then, I guess I have no choice but to move on to your Thursday Morning Dawg Bites...


What can I say? It’s a bye week and the news is slow. So that’s all for now, folks. Until later...

GOOOO DAWGS!!!

(*Honestly, Alec Baldwin’s absurd chest hair is enough to carry the film all on it’s own.)