If Watts Dantzler thinks his return trip from spring break was disturbing, he ought to hang out at a Baton Rouge tailgate before a night game sometime.
He tells a pretty funny story, though.
If Watts Dantzler thinks his return trip from spring break was disturbing, he ought to hang out at a Baton Rouge tailgate before a night game sometime.
He tells a pretty funny story, though.
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“We remember the Sugar Bowl, I think it my junior year of high school, we let Alabama beat us twice,” Brinson said of a team that also lost to the Crimson Tide in the SEC Championship game. “We’re not letting Alabama beat us twice. In the Sugar Bowl in 2018, they… thought they should have been in the playoffs and lost to Texas.” -- AB-H, 12/27/23
Back in high school, I had to wait in the Atlanta Greyhound station to change buses from 11:30 on Saturday night until 1 AM Sunday morning.
Watts is right; that might be the most scared I’ve ever been.
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That ATL greyhound station, man, you’ve never been so sure you were gonna die. I took the Greyhound from ATL to LA once. 3 days on the bus. Never been so hungry, tired, or in-the-presence-of-ex-cons in my life. Damn fine gumbo in the gas station across the street from the station in Baton Rouge, though.
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That is the best fokken story ever. I want that man in the trenches come fall. He ain’t skeered.
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Now that is what college is all about.
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Priceless spring break story! He’ll be telling grand kids this one.
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Glad he’s a big ol’ o-lineman. A Martinez-era CB would’ve gotten shivved between Tifton and ATL.
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A Martinez-era CB would never have been close enough to anyone to get the shiv.
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Would he play the man, or play the shiv?
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Neither, his fundamentals weren’t that good.
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Road Trip!
I remember the bus trip from Wright Pat AFB Ohio all the way to California to catch a plane to Alaska and on to Okinawa in the early 60’s. We were on our way to hook up with my Dad who had been there for a year. He and the USA had business in the orient together. ;-{
Still it was kind of an adventure. At least that is how I remember it. No one got out of line with my Mom. Besides….. she was known to carry something besides gum, in that giant purse she carried.
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Great story. Rode the Greyhound back in the 60’s while in the USN. Hasn’t changed, just the drugs. Good job Watts, DGD!
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Read the whole story again. Am I the only one who thought the most impressive part was when he said he couldn’t wait on a ride because he wanted to get back to Athens to get in a few workouts before spring practice begins.
Damn Good Dawg.
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That, and that his shoulders were to big for him to lay on his back. GATA Watts.
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Watts got to ride the dog.
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Well I think we have found the next Lewis Grizzard. Great write-up.
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A lot of diversity on that trip.
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Before we got married, my wife took the Greyhound from Athens (where she was teaching) to Savannah, (where we live now). When I picked her up at the Savannah station, I was as well armed as if I had been in Juarez. That place is Felon Town.
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No respectable Irish man living in Savannah would be able to type at 9:32 in the morning after St. Patrick’s Day. Like Dawgfan Will, I was struck by the reason he subjected himself to this. Couldn’t he have just run in the sand? That is plenty of workout as I recall, and more than I am willing to take on now.
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I’ve got a 9 month old, Macallan, so that severely curtails any serious celebrations of my heritage. Coming home after the parade and nursing a couple of Jamieson’s is about all I can handle right now.
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I flew from Gitmo to Norfolk then spent 8 hours on a bus from Norfolk to Georgetown and I had to spend the night in the DC Greyhound station in 95, definatly an eye opening experience for a Good Ole Boy from Georgia. There were needles in the sinks in the restroom, I sat next to a stinking heap of a human for 2 hrs between stops. I then spent the next 3 days in a drunken stooper tellilng lies to all the college girls in Georgetown. We got jumped and had our asses kicked by 6 young punks, who thought they could take our Hogies, my buddy and I ended up with new tattoos. On our return trip on Greyhound, someone stole my walkman, that had a wornout Joe Walsh tape in it. All together one helluva good time.
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