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First things first, a pair of video demonstrations for you. Courtesy of CBS and an unidentified YouTuber, here's a little taste of what you missed by not being inside Sanford Stadium this past Saturday evening, witnessing the 'Dogs rough up the Auburn Tigers. I can't really express the body-shaking excitement that comes over me -- and apparently the other 93,000 fans inside Sanford -- when, generally during the 3rd quarter with the game searching to find renewed vigor, Soulja Boy's "Crank That" comes pounding through the PA. Somehow, the song -- and the experience of seeing the team and stadium break into unrestricted dance -- has come to symbolize the glory and wonder of being involved with the 2007 UGA football season.





Unfortunately, this Saturday will mark my final game in dear old Sanford, at least for the foreseeable future. No more "Crank That". Excuse me while I sob.

Continuing the multimedia frenzy of this note, here's some pictures from a semi-recent foray into the Smoky (or Smokie, as some would have it) Mountains. Friends. A cabin. Chili and cornbread. A hot tub. All the makings of bliss. (Forgive the lack of words, but I've been reading/writing too much elsewhere these days to have much for you in that department. Photographs suffice for now.)

Valley outside the Oconaluftee Visitor Center area. Valleys are good.

The tide of fall foliage in the Great Smoky Mountains lapping up against our hillside.

Arch Rock, en route to Alum Cave Bluff

Beaver damage.

Final morning's view from our rocking-chaired porch.