Could not agree more with your assessment wlayton. Truthfully, thinking about picking up some of those defensive ends that we might see early on. You are also right about his hands, watched some film on him . . . catches the ball.
Just thinking out of the box . . . King, Mitchell or another incoming freshman or another Wooten or whomever on the team now . . . Lynch, White and OC in the slot, know that Rome is going to play. Not mentioning Figgins or Ogletree in the backfield.
Here is a question that just popped into my mind . . . . Would you like to be the offensive coordinator for UGA this year with that talent? Think that you could play with folks like Boise State, SC, UF, AU and others?
Guess I have to say this, duck would . . . . . show me.
Picked this piece up on the internet, some have read it I feel sure. Paste it anyway.
The south is Sunday church, fried chicken, sweat tea and corn bread. It's a place where pigtails and pigskin are more the rule than the exception. Where daddies expect their little girls to dawn their colors and know the game.
It seems that the day I was born I was initiated into a world of red and black. I just assumed that it was supposed to be that way. I wore red and black whether it be the Falcons or the Dawgs and by the time I was 2 I knew that 10 yards was a 1st down and screaming was a common thing on Saturday.
I know that there are girls up north who love football and that isn't what this is about. It's not to argue that southerners have more loyalty or like football more. It's not to argue superiority, it is simply to state a fact. When you are a girl raised in the south, football becomes a way of life.
My dad hasn't been a perfect dad. He made plenty of mistakes and broke my heart a million times at least. Yet, when I look back over my childhood those bad memories are replaced with the good ones, the ones Between the Hedges, with silver britches running up and down the field.
Over the years I have become a football aficionado. My brother is impressed with my knowledge of the game and my dad has somehow fallen behind. My dad calls me to ask about new players and future recruits and to get updates on the team. During the game (media time outs and half time) we call each other to talk about what has transpired and we know to leave each other be after a loss.
That little gift my dad gave me some 35 years ago has given me a bond with him that only football could. I know that it may seem a little crazy to some but what the years have stolen from our relationship, football has restored.
So, on Saturday's and Sunday's in the south, there is one thing you can be sure of. There are little girls sitting in a recliner with their daddies, pompom's in hand, building memories. Football is more than just a game. It's a bond between daddies and their girls.
Go Dawgs . . . Coach Them Up!!