Sometimes I Doubt Your Commitment to Sparkle Motion

Yeah, it has been three weeks.  I know.  I'd feed you a line about how busy I've been, what is going on, and life getting in the way, but frankly it is trite excuse making, the kind that has led to my malaise about writing. I haven't written because I haven't felt like it.

I've go the blahs. Not that I don't think Georgia athletics are necessarily blah. I remain as irrationally excited about them as ever.  However, the past month has also dealt a cold dose of reality to me:

Unless we change our drug testing policy to either do what we want it to, really keeping athletes from smoking the reefer, or change our policy directives, we are just hurting the program and the athletes.

Basketball recruiting is broken or was never fixed.

Gymnastics has fallen off and isn't on the direction it needs to be for us to continue to be viewed as The Program in the sport.

The baseball program has talent, but Perno continues to make crazy decisions and throw his players under the bus when those decisions don't work out.

Lady's basketball peaked eight to ten years ago.

The only bright spots this spring have been how well tennis is doing and the incredible football recruiting class that is shaping up for football, especially if five to seven of the early commits enroll early. And Bubba Watson winning The Masters. I don't care who you are, if you are a Dawg fan and don't get excited about that story, you have a lump of German Industripop music where your heart is.

Now that I've gotten that off my chest. On to the Kentucky Derby. And some snark.
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Damn you, James Franklin

Due to your sps team's 'refusal to be disrespected', I can't really find myself enjoying the potential for a Vandy win over Tennessee in Knoxville tomorrow.  At least I can revel in Florida 'having' to have the win against Furman to ensure bowl eligibility, right?
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Spurrier: Master of Deflection

Look, coaches and the media long have had a love-hate relationship.  We saw what happens when mamma's rile gets up last week.  This week, we saw Spurrier at his finest.  Spurrier spent all of 1994 ignoring a writer for the Orlando Sentinel, something that is incredibly hard to imagine now.  Now, on a bitchiness scale, I rate this up there with St. Urban's "You're a bad guy" rant.  This is a two days before Aunt Dot gets to town, and you ate the last of the chocolate chocolate chip Häagen-Dazs, you asshole, bitchrant.

As a PR move, it is glorious.  He fires Garcia earlier in the day.  His allin bet on Garcia staying off High Life and reefer long enough to finish his senior season is called down.  Spurrier put winning above doing the right thing, probably the best thing, pure and simple.  How to keep the story away from the truck of fail that was the decision to let Garcia off the mat at least four more times?  Make counter accusations!

Awesome move, Coach.  When you are done, I think Exxon could use some advice on blaming those pesky seals for all the cuteness and shit they leave on rocks, which makes it harder to clean up spilled oil.

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Ed Note: In the spirit of blogeristic integrity, it should be noted that Quinton did a 5 questions with Ron Morris before the 07 game.