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A little Christmas cheer for Bulldog fans

After hearing this week that Urban Meyer has resigned as the University of Florida's head football coach, I was prompted to write the following. Not that I'm prejudiced or anything.



The Twelve Days of Christmas – For Dawgs

By Angye Morrison

 

On the first day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, a resignation under the tree.

 

On the second day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the third day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the fourth day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the fifth day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, TEEE-BOOOW IS GOOONE, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the sixth day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, three-QBs confusion, TEEE-BOOOW IS GOOONE, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the seventh day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, an unimproved defense,  three-QBs confusion, TEEE-BOOOW IS GOOONE, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the eighth day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, horrid D-tackles, an unimproved defense,  three-QBs confusion, TEEE-BOOOW IS GOOONE, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the ninth day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, inconsistent coaching, horrid D-tackles, an unimproved defense,  three-QBs confusion, TEEE-BOOOW IS GOOONE, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the tenth day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, a loss to FSU, inconsistent coaching, horrid D-tackles, an unimproved defense,  three-QBs confusion, TEEE-BOOOW IS GOOONE, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the eleventh day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, in-ter-cep-tions, a loss to FSU, inconsistent coaching, horrid D-tackles, an unimproved defense,  three-QBs confusion, TEEE-BOOOW IS GOOONE, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

 

On the twelfth day of Christmas the Gators gave to me, Urban Meyer's nipples,  in-ter-cep-tions, a loss to FSU, inconsistent coaching, horrid D-tackles, an unimproved defense,  three-QBs confusion, TEEE-BOOOW IS GOOONE, special teams failure, a really putrid offense, sucky secondaries and a resignation under the tree.

Posted: Dec 09 2010, 12:06 PM by Red On The Head | with no comments
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What if Santa read your blog?

It seems that these days, everyone has a blog. And most of those folks seem to think it's necessary to chronicle every single event of their lives, preferably within 10 minutes of it happening.


I began to think about that. I blog. I enjoy it. But I don't blog about every event in my life. I only do so when I truly have something of value to say. Most of my blog posts are life lesson-oriented, but there's the occasional poke-fun-at-myself entry. But I don't think it' necessary to put everything that happens to me – or around me – out there in the blogosphere.


This is the time of year when children everywhere are writing their letters to Santa Claus. In those letters, children remind Santa how good they've been, and ask for all sorts of things. Some just ask for toys. Some ask for things for themselves, while others are a bit more selfless, asking for things for those they care for. I've even read letters from children who wanted their daddies to come home, their mommies to get better and their dog to come back from the dead. Reading letters from kids to Santa is like looking into the hearts of the children that penned them.


But what if adults wrote letters to Santa? Those who blog wouldn't need to, in my humble opinion. At least, not those adults who are constantly blogging. If Santa answered those letters, it would go a bit like this…


Dear Blogger:


You don't really need to write me a letter this year. I only need to check your blog to determine what your wishes are, since in your blog you express every little thought that enters into that brain of yours. Santa doesn't need any further communication from you when your thoughts run like an incontinent river online.


Not only does Santa know whether you've been bad or good, everyone else who logs onto the Internet knows. We knew when you hooked up with that guy you met at Home Depot. We knew when your cat died. We knew when you started, stopped and restarted your diet. We are well-acquainted with your poem collection, and we've seen all the pictures of your dog dressed up for every major holiday.


So please, close up the laptop. If Santa needs any more details about your wishes, he'll read your friggin' blog.


There is one gift Santa would like to give you, however. But it's a gift you can only give yourself. It's called a filter. Some people use this filter as a barrier between a thought and its expression. You, for instance, might use it to be more judicious about the details of your daily life that you share in your blog.


Just sayin'.


TTYL and LOL…

Santa

Posted: Dec 03 2010, 02:06 PM by Red On The Head | with no comments
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