"I don't believe you. You're a liar."

It's kind of like watching Rock n' Roll realize it doesn't have to crawl anymore, it can walk.


1966, Manchester Free Trade Hall.

Throw my ticket, let the green grass fool you

All I'm sure of is that Bob Dylan, Wilson Pickett, A.J. Green and Rennie Curran have all been badasses.

Dan: This punt return situation is pissing me off more as I think about it. Why would we not try to return the ball, or try to block the punt, especially when they're backed up near their own end zone? Why would we just concede that kind of yardage?

Dan: I still want Coach Richt to stay there forever, but I really want him to coach differently.

Dan Starnes is head of Lucid Idiocy's football analysis division because he's the most reasonable person I know on the subject. If Coach Richt is starting to lose him a little, and people are throwing the word "stubborn" around ... well, I guess it's not the first bad sign.

Me: I don't need to hear about how great Joe Cox is. We had no business throwing that last pass, except that it was to A.J. Green.

Joe: Well, you're the one who.. you know. I think he's mediocre, still.

Let me add that Soulsville, USA, is a great place to claim as home, that I'm hoping the new "V" remake on ABC is even better than I remember the original being, and that I didn't really know until last night that this Bob Dylan song even existed.

Some people are like that. They did so many things that you turn around a corner and think, "Man, you did that one, too?"

What am I trying to say here? Beating Tennessee is really important if you want to be better than 7-5, and it's pretty damn important if you want to be 7-5, period. That's not a good place to be in. But Don't Let the Green Grass Fool You.

And Bob Dylan knows his stuff. I love that YouTube takes pirated music and offers to sell it to you. That is the art of taking your weakness, and making it your strength.


You do have to click twice for the ad, though.

That is a two way street in life. Right now Coach Richt and his staff, bless them, ain't going the right way on it.

Update: But of course that can change quickly. Beat Tennessee.

Bob Dylan coming to Alpharetta

He's playing at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre in Alpharetta July 30. Tickets go on sale Saturday morning. The venue seats about 12,000, including the lawn area.

It looks like you can buy tickets through their site. Prices run from $37.50 to $84.50.

Bob Dylan's gramma is at the draft

Yes, as I said before it's really groovy. I'd like to bore you for about six or seven minutes, do a little thing. Yeah. Yeah, excuse me for a minute, just let me play my guitar, right?



"But now the different thing by Bob Dylan. That's his Gramma over there. It's a little thing called Like a Rolling Stone."

Jackson Gage

We're not big on personal announcements here (unless they're pointless, of course), but my little sister had a baby boy early Sunday morning.

If you hang in there long enough, they go into Baby Let me Follow you Down.


May you always do for others, and let others do for you.

If'n you don't know by now

2008 season, it just never worked out between us.


We never did too much tacklin' anyway.

Kids today

I tell you what, they just don't listen. I mean, you have 12 to 24 kids by four or five wives and all they do is defy your commandment to kill the infidel for the glory of Allah.

Bin Laden's son wants to be a peace activist.

Two things:
1. I hope he's serious.
2. Anyone who thought I couldn't get Osama Bin Laden, polygamy and Bob Dylan into one post was wrong. Damn wrong.


your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
your old road is rapidly aging
please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
for the times, they are a changin'

A word on friendship

Friendship is not like family, or even love. It exists only if everyone agrees it does.















And if I pass this way again
you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her
on that I give my word
in world of steel-eyed death and men fighting to be warm
Come in, she said, I'll give you
shelter from the storm

Shelter from the storm

A buddy of mine got married this weekend.

Yeah, I had to fly to Connecticut for an 11 a.m. Saturday morning dry wedding during football season. But I'm a sucker for weddings.



Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you, shelter from the storm."