Larry Munson: Better Than Being There

From Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You; 1979

Sometime in the wee hours of Sunday morning, my telephone rang. Even the ring sounded drunk. Among a number of other bad things, alcohol in large quantities dulls the ability of the user to tell time.

I muttered a groggy, hesitant, “Hello?”

“Gooooooo Daaaawgs!” was the reply from the other end. Deliver me from Billy Bulldog when it’s the middle of the night, Georgia won, and the whisky hasn’t run out.

“That you, Dorsey?” I asked. It had to be. It had to be Dorsey Hill, the world’s biggest Bulldog fan. Dorsey Hill thinks when you die you go to Vince Dooley’s house. He can’t wait.

Last year, when Georgia lost to Kentucky, 33-0, Dorsey claimed it didn’t count because Kentucky was on probation for recruiting violations and had too many players from New Jersey.

“Best team money could buy,” is how he described the victorious Wildcats, who went on to tie for the Southeastern Conference title. Dorsey dies hard.

I was awake enough by now to realize why the telephone call. Only hours before, Georgia had avenged last season’s loss to Kentucky with a thrilling 17-16 victory in Lexington. The Bulldogs … Continue reading

Munson Tapes

We all remember Buck Belue:

God Bless him for that he threw.

And Blessings, too, go out to Lindsay.

Who caught the pass to ignite the frenzy.

And forevermore, there’s Herschel Walker.

Just ask Bill Bates about the Goal Line Stalker.

Of course there’s Donnan and Theron Sapp;

Both ended droughts to make us clap.

There’s Charlie Trippi, with broken noses;

Flatfoot Frankie striking the Heisman poses.

And let’s keep in mind that Wally drove’em nuts;

The sign that read “Nobody beats our butts.”

Coach Dooley said. “We gotta run the ball”

He praised opponents, large and small.

It was the Irish, of course, Vince helped us beat,

When we partied down on Bourbon Street.

And good ole’ Erk made the defense go;

Head to helmet and his veins would flow.

“Fires up the dawgs,” we’d hear him say,

“See’n that blood really makes’em play.”

There’s Hearst and Hastings and the Eric Zeier;

Back in ’92 they set the world afire.

Jake Scott, Bill Stanfill and the Florida game;

Gators still cringe when they hear their names.

Johnson, Lastinger and Kasay, too;

In the final seconds they all came through.

And … Continue reading