As the summer days drag on, I am finding myself spending lots of time day dreaming about how awesome the start of a new football season will be. The only other things I can think about are the memories I have from each game last year.
The 2008 season was the first time I have ever attended every game (home, away, and the bowl game). It is no small feat generally, but with a trip to Arizona and back to back games at LSU and Jacksonville, it was a deep commitment.
The first memory I'll share is from when our good friend C-matt and I stayed in New Orleans after the LSU game in Baton Rouge. C-matt and I did not return to Atlanta after the LSU game. Instead, we stayed in New Orleans for two more days before driving straight to Florida for the Georgia-Florida game.
On the Sunday night following the victory in Baton Rouge (and after everyone else in our crew had left for Atlanta), C-matt and I were downing hurricanes from Pat O'Briens while watch some great jazz music next door at Preservation Hall.
Towards the end of the final of the three performances that night, an older gentleman (approx 65-70), began talking to C-matt and I while the band was taking a break between songs. Seeing our Georgia polos, he began telling us that he lives in Florida, but is from New Orleans and is an LSU grad.
After discussing the previous day's game, he pointed over to his son sitting just outside the room where the music was being played. He began to tell us how his son was a Florida alum, and was absolutely "A TYPICAL GATOR!" By "A TYPICAL GATOR," he meant his son was an overly arrogant Florida alum and Orlando resident who couldn't give a shit less that he was at a historic venue listening to what many consider the best jazz performances in New Orleans.
"He's just A TYPICAL GATOR! He couldn't care less!," the old man continued to say, "And my daughter, she went to Florida State! She has two degrees, and may by smarter than me, but SHE'S WORTHLESS! Florida State, aw SHE'S WORTHLESS!"
At this point in time, this old gentleman became my hero.
Eventually, his son came over and began talking to us. "I just bring my dad here to appease him everytime we're back in New Orleans. Old man is crazy in his age, ya know?"
"Uh, yeah, whatever," I replied as I was amazed at the arrogant douchebaggery of this Gator grad. It is even more amazing that I was amazed at his arrogant douchebaggery. I mean, he was a gator.
After a few minutes, the son went back outside where he sat down and typed on his blackberry and continued his many ways of douchebaggery.
"TYPICAL GATOR! Look at him! Sitting there and couldn't give a shit where he is! A TYPICAL GATOR."
After meeting the son, we toasted the old gentleman and agreed with him that his son was "A TYPICAL GATOR", and we thanked him for coining the "TYPICAL GATOR" phrase.
That old LSU fan was dead on about Florida fans and their typical attitude of not caring about anything that doesn't relate to themselves or Gator University.
Eventually the show ended, the old man left, and the rest of the night became a blur (it was New Orleans).
But, C-matt and I will always remember running into the old LSU grad at Preservation Hall, and his "TYPICAL GATOR" son.
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Thursday, October 30, 2008
TIGER BAIT!
NOTE: I realize we're in the middle of Florida Hate Week, but I still wanted to re-cap LSU for all of our friends.
New Orleans is the only city where it's okay to play a piano in the middle of the street.
Friday, C-Matt and I began our 10 day Tour de Gulf Coast 2008 journey by heading to Nawlins.
Streit, Bubba, BFR, and several other friends had left Thursday to begin the celebration of Melissa taking Streit off of our hands.
I've got to give props to Streit. He agreed to a road trip with seven assholes who were going to berate him the entire time and force him to imbibe massive amounts. He took his punishments well (I'm sure whooping LSU helped).
After arrivng Friday night, we immediately began conquering the french quarter and Bourbon Street, with C-Matt leading the charge with a hand grenade in each hand.
At one point, we did run into a gang of Bama fans and some Oklahoma State students. You'll run into just about anyone on Bourbon Street, including a clown that gives out change (I'm not joking).
THE RIDE TO BATON ROUGE
Saturday morning our group of eight woke up and went to Harrah's to jump on a party bus to Baton Rouge.
Riding a bus with 60+ Dawgs, drinking some beers and not having to worry about driving sounds like an awesome enough of a time.
However, this bus ride was absolutely amazing. Vince Dooley, Larry Munson, and Pulpwood Smith were on our bus in the form of a very funny guy who does dead on impressions.
My life is better for having been on that bus. Not only was he dead on (especially with Dooley), he started telling some stories, embellishing them, and then just making up stuff that was absolutely hilarious.
My favorite line was at the end of Dooley talking about the 1980 national championship:
"Notre Dame's coach at the time was Dan Devine, and Dan and I spent a number of evenings together smoking crack cocaine."
We also took a back road to Baton Rouge that made me feel like I was driving to Auburn down Wire Road.
Mr. Bus Driver, there's no need to rush! I already have beverages here!
BATON ROUGE
We arrived in Baton Rouge about 3 hours before game time. From the second we got off of the bus we heard, "TIGER BAIT! TIGER BAIT!" with fingers pointing at us. I must have heard it a minimum of 18,000 times.
Despite it getting old, I did like how the entire fan base was shouting it at every fan.
The biggest surprise were the fans. I've never had bad experiences with LSU fans, aside from their massive obnoxiousness.
Maybe we didn't get the full brunt because it wasn't a night game, but I have never been to a place with more generous fans. Within 5 minutes of walking off the bus, we were being offered free food, beer, shots, and games of beer pong.
At one tailgate, a group of LSU fans had a beer funnel with 8 hoses and insisted that every DAWG take a stab. Then, they proceed to hug all of us.
We also tailgated with some ladies of a different persuasion. They had an awesome spread of food, great shots, and they were professionals at beer pong.
We also saw confederate flags that were purple and gold. LSU fans will change anything and everything to purple and gold if you let them.
If we make everything purple and gold, we can say it is ours!
THE GAME
DARRYL GAMBLE IS GOD! DARRYL GAMBLE IS GOD! DARRYL GAMBLE IS GOD!
It did not seem that Death Valley was as loud as it was cracked up to be, except during the middle of the 3rd quarter. It could be because it was an afternoon game or it could be due to the fact that we were sitting in the upper deck. LSU's upper deck is not really directly connected to the rest of the stadium, so that might have been the problem.
VICTORY BUS AND NEW ORLEANS
After yelling Tiger Bait at LSU fans so that they could have a taste of their own medicine, we got back to the bus and headed to New Orleans. Pulpwood continued to entertain the entire bus and eventually it turned into a drunk gator bashing good time.
There's nothing like walking into a major opponents' stadium and just kicking their ass. This is especially true when you're celebrating on a bus that's driving to the debauchery capital of the USA.
Arriving in New Orleans, we took over Pat O'Brien's with the rest of the Dawg family until the late hours of the morning.
On Sunday, C-Matt and I stayed in New Orleans and ran into an old LSU fan at Preservation Hall. This awesome guy proceeded to tell us that his son was a "typical gator." We met his son later, and he indeed was a typical gator. He also said his daughter was worthless because she went to Florida State. This guy ruled. I love cajuns.
C-Matt and I left New Orleans mid-afternoon on Monday and stopped in Gainesville to tell them how much they suck.
We've been in Florida all week helping to destroy the Jean Short Nation.
See you in Jaaksawnville!
Hate Orange. Hate Blue. Hate Florida.
New Orleans is the only city where it's okay to play a piano in the middle of the street.
Friday, C-Matt and I began our 10 day Tour de Gulf Coast 2008 journey by heading to Nawlins.
Streit, Bubba, BFR, and several other friends had left Thursday to begin the celebration of Melissa taking Streit off of our hands.
I've got to give props to Streit. He agreed to a road trip with seven assholes who were going to berate him the entire time and force him to imbibe massive amounts. He took his punishments well (I'm sure whooping LSU helped).
After arrivng Friday night, we immediately began conquering the french quarter and Bourbon Street, with C-Matt leading the charge with a hand grenade in each hand.
At one point, we did run into a gang of Bama fans and some Oklahoma State students. You'll run into just about anyone on Bourbon Street, including a clown that gives out change (I'm not joking).
THE RIDE TO BATON ROUGE
Saturday morning our group of eight woke up and went to Harrah's to jump on a party bus to Baton Rouge.
Riding a bus with 60+ Dawgs, drinking some beers and not having to worry about driving sounds like an awesome enough of a time.
However, this bus ride was absolutely amazing. Vince Dooley, Larry Munson, and Pulpwood Smith were on our bus in the form of a very funny guy who does dead on impressions.
My life is better for having been on that bus. Not only was he dead on (especially with Dooley), he started telling some stories, embellishing them, and then just making up stuff that was absolutely hilarious.
My favorite line was at the end of Dooley talking about the 1980 national championship:
"Notre Dame's coach at the time was Dan Devine, and Dan and I spent a number of evenings together smoking crack cocaine."
We also took a back road to Baton Rouge that made me feel like I was driving to Auburn down Wire Road.
Mr. Bus Driver, there's no need to rush! I already have beverages here!BATON ROUGE
We arrived in Baton Rouge about 3 hours before game time. From the second we got off of the bus we heard, "TIGER BAIT! TIGER BAIT!" with fingers pointing at us. I must have heard it a minimum of 18,000 times.
Despite it getting old, I did like how the entire fan base was shouting it at every fan.
The biggest surprise were the fans. I've never had bad experiences with LSU fans, aside from their massive obnoxiousness.
Maybe we didn't get the full brunt because it wasn't a night game, but I have never been to a place with more generous fans. Within 5 minutes of walking off the bus, we were being offered free food, beer, shots, and games of beer pong.
At one tailgate, a group of LSU fans had a beer funnel with 8 hoses and insisted that every DAWG take a stab. Then, they proceed to hug all of us.
We also tailgated with some ladies of a different persuasion. They had an awesome spread of food, great shots, and they were professionals at beer pong.
We also saw confederate flags that were purple and gold. LSU fans will change anything and everything to purple and gold if you let them.
If we make everything purple and gold, we can say it is ours!THE GAME
DARRYL GAMBLE IS GOD! DARRYL GAMBLE IS GOD! DARRYL GAMBLE IS GOD!It did not seem that Death Valley was as loud as it was cracked up to be, except during the middle of the 3rd quarter. It could be because it was an afternoon game or it could be due to the fact that we were sitting in the upper deck. LSU's upper deck is not really directly connected to the rest of the stadium, so that might have been the problem.
VICTORY BUS AND NEW ORLEANS
After yelling Tiger Bait at LSU fans so that they could have a taste of their own medicine, we got back to the bus and headed to New Orleans. Pulpwood continued to entertain the entire bus and eventually it turned into a drunk gator bashing good time.
There's nothing like walking into a major opponents' stadium and just kicking their ass. This is especially true when you're celebrating on a bus that's driving to the debauchery capital of the USA.
Arriving in New Orleans, we took over Pat O'Brien's with the rest of the Dawg family until the late hours of the morning.
On Sunday, C-Matt and I stayed in New Orleans and ran into an old LSU fan at Preservation Hall. This awesome guy proceeded to tell us that his son was a "typical gator." We met his son later, and he indeed was a typical gator. He also said his daughter was worthless because she went to Florida State. This guy ruled. I love cajuns.
C-Matt and I left New Orleans mid-afternoon on Monday and stopped in Gainesville to tell them how much they suck.
We've been in Florida all week helping to destroy the Jean Short Nation.
See you in Jaaksawnville!
Hate Orange. Hate Blue. Hate Florida.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
In Nawlins, Leave A Message
Still celebrating on Bourbon Street. We cannot seem to find any Tiger Bait.
We'll give you a call later, promise. Gotta head back to Pat O'Briens for now. Hopefully we'll see Pulpwood.
We'll give you a call later, promise. Gotta head back to Pat O'Briens for now. Hopefully we'll see Pulpwood.
Friday, October 24, 2008
TOUR de Gulf Coast 2008
Our good friend C-Matt and I will be embarking on THE road trip of road trips, especially if you're a Dawg.
We will be traveling to New Orleans and Baton Rouge this weekend. Come Sunday, we will not be heading back to the ATL. Nope, we will stay in NOLA until Monday and then we're going straight down I-10 to Floriduh! We will be hopping around different places on our slash and burn campaign of America's worst state, and finally arrive in Jaaksawnville on Thursday.
We will be chased by rabid cajuns, probably kill some gators in some swamps, and hopefully not be chased out of Tallahassee faster than Ted Bundy.
If you are also stupid enough to use your vacation on the Tour de Gulf Coast 2008, then we'll see ya on I-10.
EAST BOUND AND DOWN!!!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Streit: The Man, The Myth.... The Married
This week marks a pivotal moment for the Georgia Bulldawgs. Yes, dawg fans and the B'NE squad will make their first trip to Baton Rouge in five years. More importantly, we are able to celebrate the impending nuptials of Streit for the only time in his life and we get to do it in New Orleans. Mark this as Bubba 'N Earl roadtrip #3 for the season.
Posting will be light after today with Earl (unfortunately we might add) being the only person in Atlanta holding down the fort. We look forward to having Cajuns yell at us and to making some new friends with the other traveling Georgia Fans. GO DAWGS!
That's Right, It's a Celebration!
As far a our blog and group of friends goes, Streit is a former Fraternity Brother to some, a former roommate to others, and a dedicated friend to all. We have no worries that he will put this same effort into a great marriage but until that faithful day in November comes, here is to you Streit.
May you break it down in NOLA hardcore:
May you get lost and end up in Mexico (I'm a personal fan of this):
May you come back from Baton Rouge/New Orleans with a UGA victory and a toy:
Most Importantly, May you have a few beers and a good time:
Posting will be light after today with Earl (unfortunately we might add) being the only person in Atlanta holding down the fort. We look forward to having Cajuns yell at us and to making some new friends with the other traveling Georgia Fans. GO DAWGS!
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