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Dawg Sightings around the World
Ron Hudspeth, an AJC columnist along with Lewis Grizzard back in the 1980s, used to write a column that included, among other random fun stuff, Dawg sightings from unusual places. Thought it would be fun to hear yours in this forum.
Here’s mine: I lived in the city of Karaganda, Kazakhstan for 8 years. This was the 3rd largest gulag work camp site under Stalin during the USSR. Needless to say, if this place wasn’t the end of the earth, you could at least see it from there.
We lived, like most everyone else, in a drab Soviet apartment block where all the buildings look alike. Snow and ice covered the ground for 5 months from November through mid-April. May snowstorms were not uncommon.
One early fall day in 2012 I was walking across the courtyard when I spotted Sergei, a local guy that had done some water pipe repairs for me and also worked as a yard-man around our “micro-region.” He was wearing an old jacket with a gray and red “Georgia Bulldogs” sweat shirt!
When I asked him where he got it, he smiled and said, “подарок!” (a gift!). Who gave it to him I could never figure out!
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I write not because these places are far away but to make a suggestion.
My wife booked a bike tour of the Capital Mall area of DC. So along with our four young--uns were are pedaling around, me in the G shirt. I hear a couple of 'Go Dawgs' as we pedal by. Feels good.
Contrast, little later we are in Orlando. I see a big dude sporting the G so from me he gets a big 'Go Dawgs!'. He stares at me blankly or with zero emotion. A little later I spot another G and shout another fist-pumping 'Go Dawgs'. This guy responds but as if it was a bother.
People, we are talking Georgia Football. It is about emotion and many things. If you do not want any enthusiasm coming your way, don't wear the G!
We are gonna have our fair share of fair weather fans soon
I think I told about the time a good little redneck girl in Windsor started yelling "Go Dawgs " across a Food Lion parking lot when she saw my Dawg shirt.
'a good little redneck girl in Windsor started yelling "Go Dawgs " across a Food Lion parking lot'
That is how it should be. The G and Red and Black should be worn with a certain reverence or do not wear them. Not just something to grab out of the drawer.
@TurkDawg - my brother is a UGA grad and lived in Karaganda in the late 90’s. Maybe that sweatshirt came from him? :)
it drives my wife crazy... and doesn’t phase me one bit...
Kinda related. Well, maybe not, but I ran into a guy I graduated from Glynn Academy (1964) with in a bar called the Texas Tavern in Sydney, Australia in July, 1969. I said, “Eddie, what are you doing here?” He replied nonchalantly, “having a beer”. Small world.