It pains me to write this. It really does. I can remember waking up on Saturday’s after drinking way too much the night before, decking myself out in Bulldog red and making the treck to Sanford Stadium to hang out with 93,000 of my closest friends while we cheered our Dawgs on. There were no boos, no ******** and whining about winning games as we were in the midst of a revival for the Georgia program. Mark Richt was competing for SEC titles when no coach had done so since Vince Dooley himself.
Now look at you. You praise Isaiah Crowell for three years, buttering him up, saying how much you want him to tote the rock for your beloved Dawgs. You tell him you need him, want him and can’t wait to have him as YOUR running back. He then goes out and wins the AP SEC Freshman of the Year award. But it’s not enough. You wanted him to be the next Herschel, which is of course what every big time running back Georgia signs is tied to. “Is he gonna be the next Herschel,” you ask? My answer? “No, ...
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December 09, 2011
