September 19, 2004
My beloved Georgia Bulldogs beat Marshall 13-3. I would rejoice, except for the fact that Georgia hasn't remembered to bring its offense to the last two games. I am troubled by that fact.
Florida GOT WHIPPED, which really made my day. Fuck the gators. I HATE those sumbitches. Auburn beat LSU, too. It was an interesting football day in the SEC.
Recondo 32 and his lovely wife, Georgia came over yesterday evening to visit. Rick and I wanted to watch football and Georgia didn't, so she retired to my bedroom to watch Pirates of the Carribean on tape. I think she lusts for Johnny Depp.
Recondo is 90% deaf. About 45 minutes after Georgia went back to my bedroom, I heard a horrible noise emanating from there. It sounded like a chainsaw, a leaf-blower and a freight train all rolled into one. I said, "Rick, do you hear that?
"Huh?" he replied. Of COURSE he didn't hear it. He didn't hear ME! He's damn nearly deaf.
"I think Georgia fell asleep. She's snoring her ass off."
"Well, she does that when she's happy."
Recondo dozed off on the couch himself before the end of the Tennessee-Florida game, and he missed a thriller. I threw a blanket over him and went back to my bedroom. I fully intended to crawl into bed with Georgia and sleep with her, both of us with clothes on. It wouldn't be the first time we've done that. But that idea was ridiculous.
She was wrong-way in my bed, with her feet on my pillow and a stack of quilts behind her, propping her up for maximum snoring effect. She was rattling the goddam window panes and shaking the curtains with every breath. NOBODY except SHE could have slept in that room with all that noise.
I grabbed a blanket of my own and slept on the love seat in my living room. At least Recondo slumbers quietly. As long as he doesn't start farting in his sleep, I'm okay with him.
That was my football day with my two good friends.
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