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I can handle it when my University of Georgia Bulldogs - GO DAWKS! SIC ‘EM, WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF! - stumble slightly on the grid iron or academically.

But what the heck is going on when we are surpassed by the University of Florida ‘Gators on the nation’s ranking of party schools. Sure, we’re still in the Top 10 (much to UGA officials’ dismay).

But we’ve been surpassed by the Gators in the 2008 rankings. Worse yet, UF finished first.

(ABOVE: My redneck brother-in-law, sister, and me about 60 pounds and two years ago). 

This would not have happened in 1981-82, when I crammed one quarter’s worth of classes into a full academic year.

They were the glory days. I offer these points for consideration:

* The first fraternity “rush” party I attended was raided by the police, who arrested the prostitutes brought in from Atlanta to peform, for a fee of course.

* Herschel Walker, the greatest college running back ever, was a freshman. Dominique Wilkins, the greatest dunker ever, was a junior. I had English with Herschel and once was in the same elevator with Dominique.

*  It snowed that fall, and we rode dinner trays, bicycles and canoes down the center of the steeped road outside Russell Dorm.

* REM was making news out of Athens, the B-52s released Rock Lobster, and the Swimming Pool Qs were better than both at the time on the Athens bar scene.

* You not only could smuggle liquor in via a pint in your sock, you were kicked out if found to NOT be smuggling alcohol into the game.

A loyal Bulldog, I won’t abandon the school over this one failure. But I’ll be watching closely next year.

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