Monday, June 30, 2008

A damn good dog

HE WAS SUCH A HAPPY DOG...
What a bad week for UGA. First the baseball team loses it in the finals of the World Series and now Bulldawg Nation has lost its Top Dog. I got a text on Saturday afternoon that Uga VI had died. How sad and a bad way to gear up for one of the biggest hyped Georgia football seasons in years (even though LSU's tiger dying last season seemed to do wonders for them). Uga VI was the only Uga I've ever known as a fan and student and alumnus. It'll be a weird feeling not seeing him on the sidelines this season, much like the loss of Pope John Paul II or the first non-Bush/Clinton presidency in 20 years. My best memory will be of last year's Auburn game, when he came out of the tunnel with the team, dressed in that little black sweater to match the team. All that game he was more active and energized than normal. You could just tell he could realize something special was happening in the stadium that night and he was feeding off it. I loved it.

It's funny...recently ESPN did a spotlight called Faces of the Program and UGA's options were Vince Dooley, Herschel, and Uga. At first I thought to myself that it had to be Herschel: greatest UGA player ever, changed the game, should have been the first freshman Heisman-winner, yada yada yada. But this gut-check makes it obvious now. It's got to be Uga. Sure there are a ton of Herschel-monikered bulldogs strutting around Athens, but they're all Old English all-white bulldogs -- just like Uga. Players and coaches come and go, but Ugas are always there. Cheers to the winningest bulldog in UGA history, the only mascot to be featured on the cover of SI, and the most recognized (and loved) college mascot in the world. We'll miss you buddy.


From UGA's website:

Uga VI, the winningest mascot in the University of Georgia’s history, died on Friday evening from congestive heart failure in his hometown of Savannah, Ga., owner Frank W. “Sonny” Seiler announced.

“He was a good one,” Seiler said. “What can I say? He had a marvelous record. He was a very strong and healthy dog. He was the biggest of all the dogs, and he had the biggest heart. It just played out.”

Seiler noticed Uga VI was breathing heavily shortly after arriving home from work on Friday evening. He was taken to Dr. Stanley Lester, the family’s veterinarian, who consulted with Dr. Bruce Hollett at the University of Georgia’s College of Veterinary Medicine before Uga VI passed away.

“I noticed he had a little congestion in his throat, which usually is not cause for alarm,” Seiler said. “I gave him a bath, which he always loved, to cool him off. After that, I called Dr. Lester, whose office is about a four-minute drive from our house. His heart just played out. He suffered no pain and died peacefully.”

A successor to Uga VI will be announced by the Seilers and the Athletic Association at a later date; however, the Seilers stated that the lineage is secure.
Uga VI, who would have turned 10 on July 22, will be buried in a marble vault in the Southwest corner of Sanford Stadium with his predecessors. The private ceremonies are expected to be held early next week.

“This is a very sad day for the entire Bulldog Nation,” Director of Athletics Damon Evans said. “Uga has always been such a strong figure associated the University of Georgia nationwide. Uga VI was a damn good mascot and a damn good dog. He was an outstanding representative of our fine institution. While this is a sad day for all Bulldog fans, our condolences especially go out to the Seiler family.”

“UGA VI served with extraordinary courage and heart as a beloved University of Georgia mascot,” University of Georgia President Michael F. Adams said. “He was a true symbol of the toughness and competitiveness of our athletic teams, and was a rallying figure for the entire Bulldog Nation.We extend sympathy to the Seilers for the loss of a dear family pet and a great campus mascot who will be missed and remembered by UGA alumni and friends everywhere.”
The Georgia football teams compiled an 87-27 record during Uga VI’s tenure, which officially began in 1999 with pre-game ceremonies prior to the South Carolina game in Athens. The Bulldogs captured both the 2002 and 2005 SEC Championships and won six of eight bowl games over that span. Uga VI’s record surpassed the mark of 77-24-4 of Uga IV.

All of Georgia’s athletic teams enjoyed remarkable success during Uga VI’s reign. All told, 19 of Georgia’s 35 national championships have been secured under Uga VI. Bulldog athletic teams also have won 35 SEC Championships. In addition, Georgia has recorded six top-10 finishes in the Director’s Cup, the annual all-sports competition ranking the nation’s top athletic programs.
Uga VI also was featured in countless national publications and television shows. Most recently, a documentary on the Uga lineage was produced for CSS TV by Jeff Eldridge.

Uga VI, who was only one year old at the time of his coronation, was the biggest of all the mascots weighing in at 65 pounds—more than 20 pounds heavier than his father—and like his forefathers was a solid white English bulldog. His registered name was “Uga V’s Whatchagot Loran?”—a reference to the famous question of Georgia radio play-by-play announcer Larry Munson when communicating with sideline reporter Loran Smith.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

City of Blinding Lights

New York is BIG. I used to think I would like to live in NYC, maybe go to NYU for film school, become some guerilla documentary/independent filmmaker. After a little more than a day there over the weekend I'd probably amend that to a "nope." I guess I don't have a "New York State of Mind."

Also, I do not recommend driving into the city. It should be borderline criminal to own a vehicle within city limits. How does anyone ever get around or get anywhere on time? Traffic was ok until I hit 87 -- then BAM! slow crawl the remainder. I turned a bend around Pelham/Mt. Vernon and there it was, the gorgeous monstrosity of Manhattan. Google Maps failed me hard; I got off the highway and drove around what I thought was Queens for about 45 minutes, only to find out I was in the Bronx. A mass of vehicles and no lanes on the Triborough Bridge to Queens. Luckily I was freaking out about the bumper-to-bumper traffic and where I was going, so I didn't have the time or peace of mind to freak out about the fucking terrifying bridge I was on. Too many bridges. I got stuck in traffic on the GW Bridge a few years ago and man let me tell you -- not a fun feeling.

We stayed at a college buddy's place for the night in Astoria, which turned out being a predominantly Greek neighborhood. Cassimus wasn't even there, but he still hooked us up solidly and let us crash and gave us full-reign of the place. New York has to be the biggest melting pot anywhere. People people people everywhere. Honking cars, overheard languages I had no idea of, kids flying on skateboards against traffic, ethnic cops who barely spoke English themselves giving directions, OB/GYN offices in loft apartments, elevated trains, and New Yorkers blowing by tourists everywhere. I met up with Joe and we scouted out Manhattan a bit before we met Tony at LaGuardia. The three of us had dinner at The Athens Cafe where I was made fun of by the only blonde Greek girls I've ever met for not wanting any veggies on my gyro wrap. Lots of beers (can't recommend the Mythos brand), lots of conversation and catching up, and a running tally of ringer T's and great tits.

Saturday was Yankee Stadium, the game, a very short walk in Central Park, much subway confusion, late lunch in Little Italy (the North End is better), and adieu to NYC. I was ready to leave and anxious for Mass. and the smaller but equally grand charms of home -- the evidence seen clearly on the rental car's speedometer. New York City: a magical delirium of noise, marvels, and $-signs.

A short list of things I saw:


  • the Brooklyn Bridge
  • Rockefeller Center
  • brief glimpse of the park
  • Wall St. & the NYSE
  • a couple of Trump buildings
  • Tiffany's
  • the site of Gen. Washington's inauguration
  • a replica of the Mayflower from afar
  • the Statue of Liberty from very afar
  • Battery Park
  • Yankee & Shea Stadiums
  • the millionaire and rich CEO helicopter landing pier and some very big Staten Island ferries
  • street merchants! foakley's! bootleg videos! fake rolexes!

At one point, Joe and I were walking around Lower Manhattan, lost and trying to find our way after jumping off the subway. These were literally my first sights of Manhattan and I was more than a little disoriented. Suddenly I remarked to Joe: "Hey, I wonder what that big open space is...that real estate must be worth a fortune. I can't believe nothing's there." Joe looked at it, then me, then after a second he replied: "I think that's Ground Zero."

"Oh..."

Friday, June 20, 2008

Country mouse goes to the big city

Few words before I lay down for a few hours here...

Tomorrow I'm going to the Big City for the first time in my life. NYC. This weekend is the 2008 Baseball Extravaganza portion of the so-far not-very-fulfilling Summer of Seersucker. Was going to fly a 30-minute shuttle down and rent a car in the city to drive Joe, Tony, and I back to Boston but that cost like $200 for a day. Instead, they would rather have you take the car for 3 days, put on double the miles, and pay something like $60. Go figure. Reds v. Yankees on Saturday for my first (and probably only) game at original Yankee Stadium. Come home for Sox v. Cards on Sunday. It's supposed to rain and thunderstorm all weekend. Dear God, I beseech you -- please issue a stay of execution on the weather this one time for me. I have too much invested in this weekend financially, emotionally, and spiritually. I need this.

Ugh....I'm done. I know I've been absent, but I swear next week I'll get back to it. Lots to discuss including Russian literature, a heart-wrenching Italian film that actually gives The Bicycle Thief a run for its money, Dunce Cap math, my face + exploding oil + pain, seersucker, wilderness adventures, and the Death of Grace (?). Adios.

ps. Here's hoping I don't get my skull split by some thug Yankees fan in a sports bar for being too mouthy. Restraint is my weekend watchword.

pps. Would it be too much to ask that the fucking baseball team starts winning some games?