Thirty-One Days

Help me, I'm going to be sick.

THIRTY-ONE DAYS TILL KICKOFF!!!!

Today at work: Georgia cap, Red Georgia t-shirt, black shorts black shoes. I love the concept of the \"virtual office.\"

Last night's post-dinner discussion: travel schedule for the fall; that is, when my kids are going to Athens with me and when they're staying home. Looks like they'll be spending only one or two weekends at home.

Yesterday: Braves finalize deal for Mark Teixeira, a Tech baseball hero. While I am excited for the Braves -- and for Teixeira, imagine what it's like not to play for an evil team! -- hearing all the talk about him starring for Tech made me incredibly hyped up to take #7 in a row come Thanksgiving.

last Saturday: Aaron's runs a \"Rivalries of the South\" special on Liberty Media featuring the Cocktail Party as one of the South's premiere rivalries. I remove my head and throw it through the roof so that everyone can hear me when I yell \"THIS IS THE YEAR OF THE TEBOW PANCAKE!!!\"

That's all for now. But don't fret. You've got thirty-one days' worth of irrational GO DAWGS behavior to look forward to from me.

I SAID IT'S GREAT TO BE A GEORGIA BULLDOG!!!!

\"RIGHT ON\" dapolla !!!

Ahhhhhh.....here comes that storm I've been looking forward to!!!!
WOOF, WOOF!!!!

You cannot stop it; it will not be stopped.