Friday Haiku

Birthday Bash tonight.
No one knows what will happen
Maybe a Bear-fight.

Happy Birthday, JJ

1: NOLA
2: Baseball vs. Wayne County
3: Tuscaloosa Trip (One and Done, Baby)
4: Basketball vs. Bradwell
5: Rumble in Doraville

A little over 4 years ago, we were rocking and rolling together on Bourbon Street. Some 10 years ago, I was watching Jack pitch the best high school baseball game I had ever seen: a complete game against Wayne County in which he would allow only 1 run. (If Burnsed doesn't pop up with guys on 2nd and 3rd with less than 2 hours, we win the game). About 4 years and 4 months ago, we were walking across Garden City, I mean, Tuscaloosa- to find the best pork chops ever and a thrilling "One and Done, Baby" victory over the Fighting Fenders. About 10 years ago, Jack was starting at PG against Bradwell Institute and would lead us to our first region win in 3 years. Regrettably, it was also about 10 years ago that I was bloodying Jack's nose in the Hilton in Doraville.

Jack is a top 5 guy. He's a top 5 friend. Jacks's probably been there for 90% of my top 55 memories. We've discussed, listed, and voted on an absurd amount of top 5's. I am 100% confident that Jack will be one of the top 5 coaches of all time at BC. I've never played with or coached alongside a smarter guy or a guy with more game-sense. I have no idea what he'll coach or when he will be a head coach, but I can guarantee you he'll be highly successful. There's no one I'd rather have coach my child than Jack.

There are, of course, plenty of great coaches who I wouldn't want to hang out. There are people who have been there for some of my best memories that I'd rather not see again. Jack has been "doing things right for 27 years". I met Jack my freshman year of high school (3 years after his apparent peak) and he's been the same guy ever since. He loves Georgia, BC, Lindsey, SVA, Hilliard's, Tybee, St. Patrick's Day, Beach Bum Parade, Slugfest, Church's Chicken, pink ties, and Pink-God-Almighty's. He is a gifted singer, broadcaster, and disc jockey.

I will not attempt to list all of the prestigious groups Jack is a part of; God knows there are a ton. I'm just glad he and his friend Shane let me start hanging out with them in high school. I consider myself lucky to be one of Jack's better friends now. 27 years from now I know that Jack and I will be still be talking about BC, doing top 5's, and making trips to Athens, Tybee, and Tuscaloosa. Here's to hoping that the next 27 are even better than the first 27.

Happy Birthday, Jack

Happy Birthday, Bear

Bear is a new addition. When I was a senior at BC, he was a sophomore. During high school and college, I'd see him from time to time at the Islands Y blocking Shane's shot or getting bullied by Mike Moore. I always thought he was a good guy; we just never hung out.

When I got to Southern, I began to hang out with Tyler a lot. Tyler lived with Jr. (Bear's brother) so I started to spend more and more time with Bear. It didn't take long to figure out that Bear loved the same things we all did: BC, Georgia, Athens, Savannah, and Tybee. It wasn't long before Bear and I made frequent trips up to Athens, down to Tybee, and to the gem of Statesboro, Chow Time Buffet.

Bear is one persistent mammal. He lacks the mental capacity to understand how a box jellyfish or two might have drifted into the Atlantic. He fails to understand that an offensive lineman with no previous knee problems wears a brace to prevent a torn ACL. But two things Bear does extremely well are get loud and never give up. At least one of these traits has allowed him to find a very nice human being to date. 7 or so years of waiting is nothing for Bears.

I know a lot of guys who went to BC, love Athens, and have done their own great deeds on Tybee. So what is it exactly that has allowed Bear into the most prestigious clique? In the 3 years I've been friends with Bear, I've learned that he will be there for the fun times, the scary times, the crazy times, and the bad times. He passes out from time to time, and you don't want to be around when he hibernates, but he's there when you need him.

Bear is surprisingly witty when it comes to social media and awkward situations. He loves BC as much as any of us. He's never one to give lame excuses when it comes to hanging out or doing whatever. He's a good guy and one of the most loyal friends I have. The guy goes through nicknames like Rick goes through girlfriends, and he takes it all in stride.

Happy Birthday, Jonathan

Friday Haiku

Butt-hurt is the word.
Congrats to Fender and Boone.
March will be here soon.

The Burr

Am I the only person who didn't know about this? Via Doctor Saturday, it appears that there was a 1984 movie about the life of Bear Bryant – starring Gary Busey.

THIS IS A REAL THING THAT HAPPENED.

THERE IS A SCENE IN WHICH HE WRESTLES A BEAR. THE TOP COMMENT ON THE YOUTUBE PAGE IS LOL AUBURN SUCKS.



All I have to add is that, as EDSBS always says, reality will always manage to trump anything you could come up with in your wildest dreams.

It's Not UGA's Fault You're An Idiot

There's some kind of big game tomorrow night in the "Chocolate City." You'll never see me in anything purple, EVER, but rest assure I'll be pulling hard for the Bayou Bengals. It's not that I hate Alabama. To be honest, the Tide have always been kind of an afterthought. As a Georgia fan, they're not exactly one of our bigger rivals (playing them twice every 8 years or so) so they don't garner the hatred of a South Carolina, Florida, or Tech. Hell I probably harbor more ill will towards Georgia Southern than Alabama (ok probably not).

However, the past few months have confirmed a theory which I've thought to be true for quite some time now. I realize this post will make me sound like an elitist asshole but hey it's 2012 and Only in America is in the midst of a Resurrection. We must be prepared to do what is necessary. Lines will be crossed. Nothing is off limits. After all, it's not "Only in the Communist Russia" as Barstool would sometimes lead readers to believe. Anyways, back to the point. Disclaimer: this is NOT a general statement as it is directed towards the bottom 1%. Very few kids, if any, grow up in Georgia wanting to attend the University of Alabama. In most cases they want to go the the state's flagship school: The University of Georgia. As with many things in life, we don't always get our first choice so we are forced to settle for "the next best thing." No shame there as it happens to the best of us. I couldn't get Ashley Foster, Heather Tiernney, or Cass Bass so I settled for Becca Barrow but that's another horror story for another time.

Option 1 didn't work out for me but she married young enough

so there's still hope after the divorce... PMA BABAY *Single Pistol*

So you have these kids who don't get accepted to UGA and then the University of Alabama comes calling like a soup kitchen because, well, they'll let anybody into school in Tuscaloosa. This is the point where some people begin to change their tune, saying they never even wanted to go to UGA, they don't like UGA, and Alabama is soooo much better. The inferiority complex is quite sad really because they have to constantly reassure themselves they're not losers. They begin showing signs similar to that of a jilted lover, a person scorned by UGA, and for whatever reason take up a personal vendetta against the University. Remember, this is the same University they had previously cheered for and admired the first 18 years of their life. People like GARRETT SULLIVAN feel butthurt (I'm sure that's a regular occurrence) because UGA said: YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH. Thus they play the victim role which they feel gives them a free pass to bash the school for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Now I've never been one to stand back while somebody rips on my schools or anything associated with me for that matter. That could be UGA, BC, St. Patrick's Day, south Georgia, hell even St. James (SJS is the best- go BINGO yourself Sheehan). While I have responded directly through Twitter, which resulted in the loss of a follower, I feel that Monday night's game provides the opportune time to expose this traveshamockery and end the discussion once and for all. Even if they lose Alabama may very well claim their 42nd national championship tomorrow night, at least according to Bama historians. We will undoubtedly have to hear about it for awhile from Alabama fans. Just remember it's all a jealous facade and that diploma from The University of Georgia gives you the last laugh! GO DAWGS!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enough talk of d-bags. Let's end this post on a high note (I'm getting pretty good at this Photoshop thing)...

Hollywood's hottest couple, Ric Starr and Ms. Willingham,

pose on the red carpet

(I kid LW, I kid;)

Let's See How Long This Lasts...

I don't know if it's the new year or what, but tonight I felt compelled to write something on the blog. It seems like this place has been dying a slow death for a while now, and Twitter is a big reason for that, but it was really only early last year that the post count started doing a nosedive.

I'm not pulling a Barstool (obligatory shot at another blog member) or anything by demanding that everyone start posting here again. To be honest, I don't really give a damn what any of you do (unnecessary shot at everyone while I'm at it). But for some reason, I just decided to come back.

As someone who claims to be attempting to make a living as some kind of writer, it's probably a good idea to actually write some non-work stuff on occasion -- even if it's at a place that's going to get us all fired one day. I don't have anything specific to talk about tonight, but I had to get the ball rolling somehow.

This is starting to feel like a livejournal entry from 2003 about now, so I'll wrap up with a top five for old time's sake. Hopefully I don't get banned before I can make another post.

Top Five Songs of 2011

State Champion -- The Basement
Dum Dum Girls -- Coming Down
Wilco -- Born Alone
Drive-By Truckers -- Mercy Buckets
Lydia Loveless -- Crazy

Early front-runner for 2012: Justin Townes Earle -- Am I That Lonely Tonight?