DawgatAuburn said:
I think he has the audio of the game against Mississippi when 32 Dive was seated right behind Kellum and unleashed The Bark on him. Tell the story 32.....
And Maroon Blood, if you are here, figure out how DS can get the audio on the site for all to enjoy.
Being that has been over 15 years, my details may be slightly innacurate. It was during the healthy time of Bubba Wilson's career. This was during the latter portion of the game, which was solidly in hand (but yet officially "Wrapped"). Being that we were behind the Mississippi radio team of Kellum and Sandroni, a childhood chum of mine was listening to their hack broadcast on his transistor radio. Listening to a dejected David Yellum is wonderful schadenfreude.
Bubba Wilson had checked in, and Yellum had delivered such message to the white sheet wearing masses. After which, Sandroni, without proper foresight, said something to the effect of "It can't be a State team, without a Bubba on it."
After being informed of his inappropriate remark, I loudly rebutted "I've got your Bubba!". Upon which, a hundred of my most vicious barks ensued. Usually, by the late 2nd half, the bark had lost its bite. Not so much, in this case. My tirade of barkdom overloaded the diaphragms of their inferior radio headsets, rendering their broadcast nearly unintelligible. It was quintessential Dawg over Rebel dominance.
I tell that story to tell this one...
It was a cold, yet not leaky evening in the Tad Smith Mausoleum. The time frame was similar. If I remember correctly, it was the start of the 2nd half of a game we were leading. I had let out a few sporadic early barks for the upper reaches of that one-leveled gym, but nothing too severe. Anyway, Super D nailed a contested 3, and I went off. No particular reason than jubilant triumph ensuing.
After letting out a couple of dozen vocal ruptures, I notice some campus police escort some guy in the stereotypical navy blazer/red tie combo my direction. As I later discovered, it was an assistant athletic director. He was bringing the nazis to haul my "ARTIFICIAL NOISEMAKER" up the railroad, to the Oxfahrt Concentration Camp. The overwhelming laughter from the nearby State contingent should have embarrassed those embiciles. That ***. AD sat up there for the better part of the second half. Whadda Tool... Those morons thought I had a secret noisemaker, developed as a fringe of the Manhattan Project.
Oh, yeah. We won that MoFo, too...
ETA: My iPad does not help my typing inadequacy.