By J. Randolph Evans

Okay, it is that time of year again.  On Saturday, November 26, 2011, the Georgia Bulldogs will line up to take on the Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets in Bobby Dodd Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia.  It is truly one of the best rivalries in America.  In anticipation of that game, here are a few observations from a bulldog.

Now, what can really be said about folks devoted to an institution that requires students to be able to read and write before they get there?  Well, ……

There was the Tech student who came into the infirmary with two red ears.  The doctor looked at each ear carefully and then asked, “What happened here?”

“Well,” the freshman Tech student answered, “I was multi-tasking and it did not work out so well.”

The doctor pressed. “What?”

The Yellow Jacket explained: “I was playing a game on my phone while ironing my jeans and my cell phone rang and, well, I accidentally put the iron up to my ear.”

“Ouch!” said the doctor. “So what happened to your other ear?”

“Can you believe it – whoever it was called back.”

Now, this is not to say the Tech fans are not mechanically inclined.  After all, it is an engineering school.  Of course, things do happen.

Once there was a Tech graduate who wanted to learn how to fly a helicopter.  So, he went to the airport.  Because the airport was small, the only pilot present had to stay on the ground.  Undeterred, the Tech student insisted that he could handle it alone since he was already a small plane pilot, and the instructor could guide him over the radio.

Off he went.  He reached 1,000 feet and things were going well.

Then, the copter hit 2,000 feet.  Things were good.  So, the young pilot continued to climb.

At about 3,000 feet, the helicopter suddenly went into a rapid descent, clipped a couple of power lines and crashed into the woods.

The instructor rushed to his car and drove over.  Out of the wreckage came this slightly disheveled young man shaking his head.  “So,” the instructor asked. “What happened?”

The Tech graduate explained. “I was doing so well; and the climb was good. But honestly, after I passed 2,000 feet, it started to get really cool, so I turned the fan off.”

Admittedly, Tech folks are good with numbers.  There was the Tech student who went to visit his grandma for Christmas in upstate New York.  Now, he had never been around snow much.

After a couple of days, a big snow came.  Not surprisingly, an announcement came over the television that “we are going to have up to ten inches of snow tonight, so park your car on the even numbered side of the street so the snow plow can get through.”  The Tech student dutifully goes out and moves his grandma’s car.

Four days later, another front moved through.  Once again, the announcer came on the television and said, “We are expecting another ten inches of snow, so park your cars on the odd numbered side of the street, so the snow plough can get through.”  Once again, the Tech student goes out and moves his grandma’s car.

Not even a week later, the weather man comes on again and says, “More snow again today, please park your car on —–” and the power goes out.  The Tech student turns to his grandma and asks, “So now what do we do?”

She looks up and says, “I think we can just leave it in the garage this time.”

Finally, once there were two Georgia Tech alumni standing around with a Georgia graduate at a funeral.  Each walked by and paid their respects as the Rambling Wreck played in the background.

Then, they gathered to reflect on the moment.  The first Tech alum looks to his friends and asks, “When you are laying in the casket and people walk by, what would you like them to say?”

The other Tech alum thinks a moment and says, “I would like them to say, “He never missed a Tech home game and he was there for the National Championship.’”

Then, the first Tech alum says, “Yes, and I would like them to say ‘He wore the white and gold to his graduation, at his wedding, and now at his funeral.’”

There was a long pause as the two Tech alumni waited to see what the Georgia alum would say.

Finally, they just ask the bulldog, “Well, what would you like them to say about you?”

The old dawg thinks for a minute and then says, “Well, if I really got my wish, I would like them to look down and say – HEY, LOOK! HE’S MOVING.”

Happy Thanksgiving!