The Halloween Race Riot I Almost Started.

witch 2We were living in Statesboro, Georgia which is a great college town with a near perfect race relations record that I almost totally destroyed in a feverish rash of trick or treat craziness one Halloween evening.

On Halloween I am unrelenting in my desire to scare the pure hell out of all children and grown ups alike. I do have one rule. I try not to frighten very small children. My age limit would have to include the under six crowd. Anybody under six gets a free pass and a few treats but I wish I could go ahead and warn them their day is coming and it won’t be long. I refuse to go after the six and under crowd because I never wanted to create an incredibly traumatic event like a large, horrible witch causing them to soil their garments in public thereby making them want to kill me years later.  I don’t want them to grow up as long suffering revenge seekers and come track me down and beat me like the old bad dog that I am. More accurately, I can’t stand to see little people cry

I have the perfect witch’s outfit. I’ve had it for years. The head is a full mask and it is truly terrifying. It is fourteen shades of blue and gray with burnt orange tinges to it. There’s fresh bright red blood around the mouth, eyes, ears and nostrils. It has a matted clump of jet black hair and a pointed chin with teeth spaced here and there like tombstones in a graveyard. Warts adorn the face in mad profusion and the pointed witch’s hat perfectly fits my pumpkin head.

It’s hard to believe how many grown men remember the horrors of a visit from my witch. Most of them still choose to stay away from my house on All Hallows Eve. I feel sure they are no longer fearful of the old gal. I think they just happen to be more comfortable someplace else.

The house in Statesboro had a six foot section of brick wall to the right of the front door as you faced the door (no escape route). To your left there was the rest of the front porch you were standing on. It was covered in plants and that end was blocked with more brick wall (no escape route). To run you had to do a complete 180 degree turn and fly down the three or four steps you had just come up to reach the porch.

When the great night arrived, I put on my witch’s costume and went out the front door. I was covered by a black cloth as I sat hidden in a rocking chair near the end of the porch. When the trick or treaters appeared, I would leap from the chair and cackle and scream and they would scream and cackle…..and run. The big ones would try to run through the brick wall on their right and, failing that, they would leap from the porch and raise dust clouds of relief as they ran. Safety and salvation was to be as far away from my front porch as possible.

This particular Halloween night business was slow and during a lull in the barely moving traffic, I fell asleep. The next group that made it to our front porch woke me. I was pretty groggy and I did not properly evaluate the size and the ages of those in the group.

I do know that there were several different nationalities of folks on my front porch. There were so many nationalities I thought I was being tricked or treated by a UN delegation. Two or three of the women were quite large but it was too late for me to put on the brakes.

I leaped out of the chair and screamed like a banshee from an old folk tale and I waved my arms danced up and down like I had been popped in the fanny by an electric cattle prod.

Unfortunately I had failed to notice two tiny girls right in front of the crowd. The little girls screamed right back at me and almost set me off in the great rush for safety. One little girl ran for cover with her mother chasing off after her in wild alarm screaming something in Spanish. I think she was alluding to the legality of my Christian birth.

The other little girl had jumped backward and had knocked her mama off into the shrubbery. Her mother was a large lady of color and when I got my first good look at her I realized she must have been over six feet tall and weighed a good 400 pounds.

As luck would have it big mama went right smack in the middle of one of those holly bushes that have all the sharp points along the edge of each leaf. She was making more noise than the two little girls and a whole party of drunk college boys combined.

Being the quick and alert guy that I am I decided my presence was really not needed at the moment. As I hurried past Katie Mae on my way around the corner of the house I said, “Tell her you don’t know me. Tell her you have never seen me before.”

I could still hear the woman hollering out front as I swept through my back door and ripped off that stupid witch’s outfit. I rushed out the front door and started yelling, “What’s going on out here? What’s happened to these lovely chillren?”

I don’t think my act fooled the little girl’s mama for a minute. After me and six of my neighbors got the big woman out of the holly bush I began to commiserate with her and I voiced my sympathy for the sad shape she was in and I assured her I was outraged at the hooligan who had caused this mess.

I got her calmed down but I could tell she was still irritable (more like really, really pissed off). I’ve never seen somebody poke out their lips that far and using that as a gauge, I commenced to pour more and more treats into her bucket. Yeah, she had a bucket for candy too and hers looked more like a five gallon paint bucket.

Finally I got her satisfied to the point she went back to her car. We had to loan her a wheelbarrow to carry all that candy. That’s the story of how I averted a huge race riot in Statesboro, Georgia. I give all the credit to me and my silver tongue and mostly to the 80 pounds of candy my neighbors chipped in to give to the woman so she wouldn’t kill me.

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A-mazing Proposal!!

Marriage proposal in the corn maze

This is straight off the presses (as of Wednesday the 23rd of October and I stole it straight from the pages of the Athens Banner-Herald. I stole the picture too but that was harder to do.

This lad is named Brent Morris. He is from Forsyth, Georgia. The lucky gal is Julienne Lambert. She is from Coweta County, Georgia. They both are 21 and they both are seniors at the University of Georgia.

This ingenious young man put a signed, sealed and delivered stamp on a declaration of undying love for this pretty girl in a corn field maze and he did it such a novel way I’m sure the story will have young girls oohing and aahing and older women wiping tears from their eyes.

Brent arranged for a friend to bring Julienne to the Athens Corn Maze where he hid out amongst the corn stalks in eager anticipation of her arrival as she worked her way through the maze with her friend. As she rounded a corner in the maze Julienne came upon the man of the moment who was down on one knee as you can plainly see. He was loaded for bear. He had the ring ready. He had the roses ready. He had, “Will you marry me?” carved in a pumpkin.

How could she help but say, “Yes!”

Now I know some of you old hard hearted sceptics will react like a couple of the Athens Banner-Herald readers and say something corny like, “That was corny,” or “Awww Shucks!!”

Let me tell you something. This boy is a hero. This is the stuff from which legends are made. One Hundred years from now a little tow-headed boy will be running through a corn field and suddenly stop to tell his friends, “You know my great-granddaddy married my great-grandmother in a corn field just like this. Well, anyhow, you understand how stories get passed around and embellished.

My only concern for this young couple is does he really understand the maze is in no way good practice for him in determining the strange ways of a woman’s logic or the lack thereof? He is a mere babe in arms at this golden moment and by the time she has him settled down an on the way to a long, fruitful and happy marriage he will know this little cornfield maze was a piece of cake when compared to the complex and endless machinations of the mind of a member of the fairer sex.

Sorry for the poor picture quality but my scanner has rebelled and the Athens Banner-Herald did not put the picture on their website. This is directly from the newspaper photo by way of my iPhone but I think you get the picture even if you are old and half-blind like me.

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Animal Psychic Saves Baby Panda.

Baby PandaindexI had to let all you panda bear loving people know that the baby panda at the Washington, National Zoo is doing well and has gained almost two pounds since the government shutdown.

When the government shut down the 24/7 panda cam was also shut down so we had no way of knowing if the sweet baby bear was faring well or not. There was concern the government would quit feeding the bear but I think that was not a real problem since the bear gained weight during that time.

It will come as a complete surprise to most people that the bear was under the constant mental surveillance of a wonderful animal loving woman who not only kept us posted on the condition of the baby panda but actually cleared up a couple of health problems the little bear was suffering.

This woman apparently has out-of-body experiences and can do wonders with her mind control over seemingly insurmountable problems.

Her name is Sonja Grace and she is a self-described animal psychic and energy surgeon. I like that “Energy Surgeon” part.

I’m not sure what all that means but she has said she cleared congestion from the baby’s lungs and nose during the shutdown. She did all this using her mental prowess of mind over matter and a strong psychic connection with the bear.

The thing that she did that I love most is she actually communicated with the bear cub and she said the bear told her, “I’m not really interested in being here in captivity.”

Katie Mae was puzzled by much of this story and she had an interesting question, She says, “How does a two month old baby panda bear know it’s in captivity?” I cannot answer that question but it bothers me too. The baby bear has probably not been able to truly discern the difference between freedom and captivity. I feel sure the only thing the baby bear knows is being fed or being hungry.

As for Ms. Grace, I do have a couple of questions: Why didn’t you talk to Mei Xiang, the baby’s mama, before you interfered with the mental and physical problems of her young child? Bypassing the parent and legal guardian to mentally treat the baby’s mind and body is serious business.

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Try a Tomato Royale or a Bull Run for Halloween.

Great-Bull-Run5Since it’s pretty obvious that most folks do not follow the news anymore and a heap of folks cannot even read, I find I am duty bound to tell you there are actually people in Georgia who will pay cash to be chased by 1,200 pound bulls through a confined space for a quarter of a mile. This is done for a thrill.

I thought Halloween was going to bring on more thrills than most people could bargain for with all those corn mazes and haunted houses springing up like weeds throughout the state but I was wrong. Corn mazes and haunted houses are old hat and apparently not so thrilling anymore.

You would think that most people clearly understand Spain is a relatively small country and hundreds of years of inbreeding has led many of the Spanish people down the path to the sheer idiocy of allowing monstrous sized cows with large hooves and long sharp horns to pursue them through narrow streets until they reach a big circular enclosure they pour out into and thus are saved by additional space where they can run and hide. This is the bull fighting arena and here they later have the opportunity to get the bulls back by killing them and cutting off their ears and tails to prove they won.

But no, we have our own brand of not so smart people right here in Georgia and I certainly hope they all are concentrated around Conyers where the event was held. I also hope they don’t venture towards Athens where I live because I hate the thought I might be walking the same street as some of these nuts at the same time of day. I think it is too late to engage in buttock-destroying behavior such as this except for maybe one more event to be held in Texas this year, thank God.

The Georgia event is over. Only one person was stomped pretty good and I wonder if he is now thinking that he pretty well deserved to be trampled by a big bull. You reckon how many people don’t have a clear idea of the speed a large animal can attain when it has four legs as opposed to two and those four legs have bigger stronger muscles? And, to top the insanity off in proper butt-stomping fashion, there were 24 bulls, not just one or two or ten. There were two dozen of them.

You have to pay $40 to $75 to enter depending on how soon you decide you want to buy a ticket to get slaughtered by an animal we usually slaughter for our supper. For your money, you get free parking and a t-shirt and a bandana and a free beer if you’re over 21. That’s right, there are people over 21 engaging in this less-than-smart suicidal activity.

My suggestion is for your entry fee you get large bandages packed in big department store bags. You get a smaller envelop with phone numbers of EMT and ambulance services and doctors who might accidentally be sympathetic enough to want to patch up all those additional holes left in you by the bull. And remember, the bull isn’t even angry with you. You just happened of your own silly accord to get in his way.

Be sure you do not call a doctor with a Spanish name. Remember he or she probably left Spain to come here.

If you are less engrossed with harming yourself but you still have a masochistic streak and you want someone else to do it for you, you can sign up for the Tomato Royale. The Tomato Royale is simply and old fashioned food fight with tomatoes.

There are a few rules to this food fight that are meant to protect you but don’t count on people throwing tomatoes at you to have your well-being and safety and best interests in mind. You have to wear goggles and you must not aim for the head (Ha Ha). You have got to be over 14 and you cannot have a free beer unless you are at least 21.

This too, is all meant in the spirit of good clean fun. I gave up food fights with tomatoes in a Doerun, Georgia tomato patch in 1953. It was at exactly the same time my older brother began using green tomatoes.

He also quit at that time. He quit moments after I chose to use fist-sized field stones.

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The Pumpkin Princess Exhibition – Katie Mae Shows Off Her Pumpkins.

Crystal Pumpkins

The crystal pumpkins include salt and pepper shakers.

I’m telling you “it’s a coming” as the old boys say down in South Georgia. What “Its’a ” happens to be is Halloween and don’t think because I’m older than 70 I’m not well aware when a day of celebration is near.

To keep me posted and well informed and when holidays, jubilees and other celebratory events approach, Katie Mae will drag out many ceramic, glass, paper and mud images to conjure up sentiments centered on that particular season and that particular reason to display weird objects and strange talismans, charms and mojos.

Now I think pumpkins are fine and many of them look great so I have no inhibitions about showing you the pumpkins Katie Mae subjects me to viewing every fall. I can show you many of her personal favorites without casting aspersions on my own desire to have as little clutter as possible. I really don’t care how much junk you want to show off to your guests but I am fairly large and I need a little bit of room on tables beside my reading chair and I need a large amount of room in those spots where I try to walk. My graceless method of moving around on numb number twelve feet does not allow for narrow pathways.

So here they are: Favorites of the Pumpkin Princess.

The Basket Pumpkin is woven from thick hemp-like cord. I don’t think it’s the kind you smoke.

Fire Place Pumpkins

The fire place pumpkins are strange but I have never seen them move around on their own so I guess they’re okay. One is made from a material like palm fronds or split corn husks and the other is a resin like material.

Glass Pumpkin and Wine

The glass pumpkin is black with gold sparkles in it. I guess that’s what you call them. That’s what I call them. Katie Mae thinks the pumpkin is unhappy and in a dark mood so she tried to cheer it up by placing it near the wine and the Halloween napkin with the cute little saying printed on it.



Porch Pumpkins #1

The porch pumpkins guard the entrance and make me feel safer in this troubled old world. Intruders should have second thoughts after seeing the pumpkins are wearing gangster hats and the old patriarch apparently has on a top hat. The grins are disarming and will lure wrongdoers into a false sense of security right before the pounce of the protective pumpkins.

Kitchen Bar Pumpkin

The kitchen bar pumpkin is made from a Styrofoam like material and is brassy, flashy and showy. She speaks to me often but I’m afraid to answer her. She seems way too fast for me.

Porch Pumpkins #3

Another picture of the Protective Porch Pumpkins. A good picture of our security forces and irrefutable proof that I do not bend over to rake leaves from under the edges of that porch. There is much for which I do not bend. I fall over but I do not bend.

Salt and Pepper Pumpkins

Spices for the Harvest, Pumpkins. The salt and pepper shaker pumpkins are arrogant and conceited because they get to sit at the table with us. They do not know they are pumpkins.

Tea Cart Pumpkins

The tea cart pumpkins are old fashioned, matronly, (except for the baby) and carry them themselves with a certain degree of sophistication. I shouldn’t say “carry themselves” because I am the only one who keeps carrying them; upstairs and downstairs and upstairs and downstairs. I think they are ceramic.

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It is relatively inexpensive and it will make a wonderful Christmas gift for Boomers and Geezers, Guys or Gals!

Wrought Iron PumpkinThis the last pumpkin. I call him the wrought iron pumpkin. He does have a slight bit of sophistication. Very slight. He is oddly aesthetic. That means, if you think he is aesthetic, I think you are odd. He has been around here for years. I have never known him to have a job.. He is totally useless other than for displaying aestheticism. He is no good for carrying water or Halloween candy.

The Halloween Corn Maze Craze.




It’s good to be an old geezer because you can always plead ignorance about new things that people are doing and gabbing about and it’s so easy to plead ignorance if you are ignorant.

It’s, however, hard to ignore that in this beautiful month of October, All Hallows’ Eve looms frightfully close and as the big evening draws near people are actually shelling out money for pumpkin shells and even worse they are offering up good cash to go get lost in a cornfield.

I can’t imagine getting lost in a maze in a cornfield could be much fun unless you are pretty young and your brain is still not fully developed. I imagine that would have been much more fun in the dark when we were kids with those old weak flashlights we were subjected to using years ago. It was like walking around outside with a small candle in a big wind. Nowadays, if you get to walk in a dark cornfield maze with a pretty girl it can’t be anything but fun. I haven’t gotten that stupid yet.

There are several cornfield maze enterprises around Athens and for ten to twelve bucks, you can get lost in a five to ten acre field that has been cut and mowed in such a manner as to totally confuse people like me. I wonder how many people the maze operators have to go in and rescue every day.

Katie Mae won’t let me try to venture into a corn maze because she says my ten bucks won’t go far after they charge me for going in and finding me five or six times.

This is serious business. One fellow here draws out his own maze and he says it’s designed to be family friendly. He is even quoted as saying, “The maze lasts about 30 to 45 minutes to get through. We don’t want parents to be in there too long with their kids.” That is especially nice of him to be so considerate of the poor little children who might tire and become frightened but I suspect he just doesn’t want to explain to the police why so many irritable parents have been accused of attacking their children on his property.

There are also the big operators who bring in folks who use GPS tracking systems to map out a maze. Some of those people charge $10,000.00 or more to design a maze this way.

Go out and try it. You may love it. You might want to put one in your back yard. Start out small at first. If you are pretty old be sure you leave escape doors so you can reach water and a bathroom in a hurry. That’s a pretty good idea. Design one for old folks. You need one you can conquer in less than three minutes. Anything longer than that and you’ll perish from thirst or wet your pants and the neighbors will be complaining about all those colorful words the kids have been hearing coming from your backyard.

Did I say $10,000.00? My gosh, there must be a heap of money to be made in losing folks in a corn field. When I was a kid growing up in the country we did it for free. We lost my cousin Angus Albritton in a corn field in 1957 and he has never been seen since. It seems to have worked out all right though. Nobody ever asked about him.

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Let’s Make an Elvis Pumpkin

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Can you believe it? This is a carved Elvis pumpkin. Still #1 after all these years.

You know it’s coming. Get ready. Halloween will soon be here and once again I get to show my pumpkin carving prowess. I used to use a WWI vintage bayonet but I later switched to a run of the mill sugar cane cutting machete. Katie Mae drew a red line across my bare feet when I dragged out a Japanese Katana sword. The place I was using to carve our pumpkins was almost knee deep in mostly unidentified chunks of confetti like pumpkin. I graciously agreed with her after I caught her testing the blade of the sword with her thumb.

I like to pride myself on knowing at least a little bit about what goes on around me. Now I see that you artistic folk have stencils and pumpkin carving patterns galore and Katie Mae tells me that these have been available to us for years. I guess I was always so busy with my machete and my Katana that I was unaware the rest of you had left me standing all alone knee deep in mushy destroyed pumpkins.

But I just saw a pumpkin that looked like “The King” and I was transfixed. Elvis has never looked better, at least on a pumpkin he hasn’t. I decided I would carve an Elvis pumpkin. I was going to find one of those stencils and get to work on that fine looking head. All the old gals in my neighborhood will be standing on my front porch every evening eagerly awaiting the lighting of the candle in the Elvis pumpkin.

You must remember that 57 years ago we were all glued to those small black and white television screens on September 8, 1956 when Elvis appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show. You see news today about “Duck Dynasty” attracting almost twelve million viewers. Given that today there are many more venues for movies, television shows and computer games attracting viewers, I still think the number of Elvis Presley viewers watching The Ed Sullivan Show that night would even today eclipse the combined total of all the shows we have available to us.

He had 54,000,000 viewers. He was 21 years old. The $50,000.00 he was paid was an all time high for a television performance at that time. And the best part of it all, he sang, “Ready Teddy” and “Don’t be Cruel.”

Then I had the worst of thoughts. I am an old dude. I shake like a person who has Parkinson’s disease. I have to be really careful with fine motor skills because the delicate movement of my soup filled spoon from my bowl to my mouth can suddenly become a wild slinging jerk that leaves me covered in soup and still hungry.

If I buy an Elvis pumpkin stencil and a fine big fat pumpkin, the only thing I’m going to wind up with after I get through wobbling, jiggling and joggling is a bowl full of julienned pumpkin resembling long thin carrot strips.

So here I am 57 years later in my twitching spastic condition and it appears I am the one who is, “All Shook Up” so I have decided not to do harm to the precious image and memory of our King.

I have not totally given up. I’m still going to get two carved pumpkins. There are a couple of girls who work in a flower and gift shop down the street who are going to carve two pumpkins for us.

I am getting Daffy Duck for Katie Mae and Marilyn Monroe for me.

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News Articles That Aren’t, (They’re Advertisements).

It’s happened again. I believe I am reading a very helpful article about three ways to lower your electric bill in the winter then the article starts to sound a little squirrelly to me.

Maybe it’s because I am reading aloud to myself and the sound of my voice is getting on my nerves. I take off my glasses and stretch my arms out as far as I can reach and look again (the way you are supposed to read typed words) and suddenly the word “ADVERTISEMENT” comes into focus on the edge of the page.

So I am reading a super helpful ad by Kim Komando. Who is Kim Komando. I checked her out. She has her own show. She torments people who are getting by as best they can and old Kim makes a living telling them how dumb and inept they are.

Let me tell you about her three ways to lower your winter electric bills and I will follow up with thoughts I think are much better and a heap more logical. Then you can decide if we should start our own show competing with Kim.

Before we make any rash decisions bear in mind Kim is an international computer guru and you and I often forget where the on/off switch is located on our computers.

#1 – Kim’s suggestion – Control your vampire electronics. This means knowing where to turn off all the junk you thought goes to sleep at the same time you do every night. Nope. It is not asleep. It is wide awake and madly draining all the power out of half your town. (the half on your side of town).

Kim does not understand us. We are old and fairly fat. We cannot spend hours trying to find the switches to all this junk. Who will help us get off the floor? Who will pay the chiropractor’s bill? Who will pay for physical therapy? Who will pay for that little button you push so you can scream out, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”??

To make matters worse, Kim knows where the secret switches and codes are located so you can tell more computerized gadgetry to shut down automatically. Can you can see the mental train wreck coming? This will drive us all totally bonkers. As we set all these instruments to beeping, whirring and hissing we will find the only thing that has shut down is our ability to think logically.

At this point we completely lose control and go find a simple kitchen tool like an 18 inch long bread knife and we attack all our household members.

#1 – Ben’s Suggestion – Forget Kim’s suggestion. It will cost you everything and that’s a heap more than the little bit of electricity you’ve been wasting.

#2 – Kim’s Suggestion – Limit your usage in “Peak Hours.” Do you remember me saying Kim does not understand us? We do not operate in “Peak Hours.” We nap. We sometimes stand and stare blankly at the coffee maker because it does not seem to want to take a nap when we do.

#2 – Ben’s Suggestion – Forget Kim’s suggestion. You won’t last two weeks if you’re wandering around during “Peak Hours” when you should be napping. Besides we do not use electricity when we are doing our “Peak Hours” napping.

#3 – Kim’s Suggestion – Save With Energy Friendly Gadgets. I’m not going to belabor the point but I would like to say that Kim does not know a large chunk of her potential market. Kim needs to fire up her computer (the smallest, cheapest one will work for this) and Google the US Census numbers from 2010 that show we now have more than 40 million people 65 years old or older. More people continue to hit that age mark every day.

#3 – Ben’s Suggestion – Forget Kim’s Suggestion. You don’t need to buy any appliances unless you truly need a clothes washer, dryer or dishwasher and you haven’t purchased one of those three appliances in over 20 years. Why go broke buying inanimate objects that will torture you, outlive you and be left for your children to fight over?

All Kim needs to do is study her demographics a little bit and know her market a little better. We are old people. We don’t need some young whippersnapper or whiz kid telling us what to do. We do just fine with warm hearts, warm clothes, blankets, comforters, quilts and cuddling.

And speaking of whiz kids, Kim needs to understand this; even if we are not computer smart, we are much happier than the whiz kids.

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Uga V Defends Georgia Sideline from Auburn Intruder.

#21 Robert Baker scores for Auburn in the 1996 Georgia-Auburn game. Uga V files sideline protest that quick-freezes Baker in mid-air fright.


It was 1996. This was the 100th game between Georgia and Auburn.

People cannot forget the first overtime game ever in the SEC and this game went into overtime, not once, not twice but four times.

Georgia’s first half 21 point deficit was not overcome until they tied the score with Auburn during the last play of regulation time. This forced the game into its first overtime period.

Our own Ken and Kim Brooks were there and had decided with thousands of other fans to leave the stadium just prior to Georgia’s game-tying score. It had looked as if there was no hope for a Georgia win. Those same thousands of disbelieving onlookers remained standing throughout the overtime periods until Georgia put the win away with their final score.

This picture was taken when Auburn’s Robert Baker, #21, scored on the last play in the first quarter to give Auburn a 14-7 lead over Georgia. Baker was about to break into a celebratory end-zone dance when Uga V decided Baker was being too rambunctious. Uga showed Baker his own fascinating smile as he made a leash-straining lunge at him. Baker promptly changed his dance to one called, “The Knee-Saver Shag.” The main dance step consists of leaping high in the air and freezing motionlessly in fear while a large bull dog tries to relieve you of your knee-cap.

This game and this priceless picture catapulted our favorite bulldog into the national catbird seat. The April 1997 issue of Sports Illustrated featured a full frontal view of the great dog all dressed out in his red Georgia jersey with a declaration of “No.1 Mascot, “UGA V” printed to one side.

There has been no question of his prominence and importance to the image of the University of Georgia since then. He is still the best known school mascot in America.

Georgia won the game in the fourth overtime period 56-49.

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Click on the lady’s blue shawl.