it started when I was a little boy. He was a county extension agent in Barnesville. We would make the trip on Saturday mornings and park by Stegman. It was the days when you could go over and throw the football with your grandpa on the practice fields. Enough kids would gather eventually for a little two hand touch that turned into tackle for two plays before someone got hurt or mad. It was the days before gameday when Keith Jackson was yelling "whoa Nellie". It was Munson. It was guys with names like meat cleaver and buck. It was Athens. It was perfect. We'd go sit in his seats around current day section 125. I saw Butler kick a 60 yarder, Herschel make USC look slow and a guy named Dooley get raised on shoulders. I will go back to that hallowed ground again today, 40 years later. I don't know what the fall would be like, if my grandpa hadn't taken me to that first game. The start of another season has me just as excited. Boy, I'm glad my grandpa was a Dawg!
Thank goodness my grandpa was a Dawg !!!
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