I moved to Waycross, Georgia in winter of 1985.  In the 25 games played against the Georgia Bulldogs since that time, the Gators are 18-7 against our hated rivals.  I think I have done my job here and done it well so I now must move on.

In two weeks I will load the truck and head for the hills and become a resident of the state of Tennessee. I think the time is right because someone has to go there and watch out for the those toothless wonders and who better to do it than me.

Paris, Tennessee

Now, when I move into Paris on August 31, 2009 I will be greeted by another great Gator fan, my oldest son, Scott. It has been 14 years since I have been able to watch Gator games with him and now I can do that with him and my grandson, Jordan.

So sometimes when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade and I want to do that with my family in Tennessee.

I will miss south Georgia in some ways, it is a nice town and a great place to raise a family. My two sons enjoyed life here and stuck with being Gator fans even in the face of intense pressure from their peers. Of course, Steven Orr Spurrier helped us to endure Georgia with comfort and ease each November.

At our previous residence in Georgia every year our neighbor would hang his UGA banner from the front porch and just like clock work it would come down the day after the WLOCP. It was tradition.

I remember I was in a local store when a Dawg fan came up to me and told me that Spurrier had jus resigned. My computer was in the shop and I missed all the “done deals” that followed.  UGA fans were ecstatic, but soon found out that the house that Spurrier built had a foundation of granite.

I do not expect to be met with the same hostilities in Tennessee that I got in Georgia because Scott says the UT fans in that area are a little unsure of just what they have in the Kiffen guy. Of course, when they do eventually win the Vol fans will smile ear to ear and you will be able to see their tonsils.

I will arrive before the first games but then will travel to Missouri to see my other son get married. Thank goodness he scheduled the wedding on the date of Troy and not Tennessee.

With so much swirling around in my life these days it has been hard to sit and write a blog, then that is made even harder when I read the blogs of the other folks who write here. I am sort of the poor man’s blogger, but I do like to write.

My son Scott as he leads the music FBC, Paris.

So, when you hit your knees tonight say a little prayer for the Growl as I have a plate full of lemons right now and when I see my son in two weeks, the pitcher will be filled with fresh lemonade.