You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.
A Collegiate mascot dieing after only half a season.
A puppy, a cute little bull dog with a gleam in his eye and a cardigan dog sweater on his back, dead, way before his time.
This is a story of a little dog named Uga, who could have ushered in a generation of athletic greatness and school pride, and instead, the grim reaper dealt the little guy cards, all spades, from the bottom of the deck.
A puppy – mascot dieing is sad.
It’s like the Good Year Blimp crashing into the Super Bowl.
It’s like the White House burning to the ground.
It’s like FaceBook selling your personal information to the IRS.
This is a terrible story of premature sickness and potentially bad karma for an South East Conference football powerhouse.
DATELINE: ATHENS, Ga. — UGA VIII died of lymphoma. Uga is the University of Georgia’s English bulldog mascot. He wore the big G on his belly for barely half a season.
How sad. UGA VIII was a cute, slobbering pup. He liked to run around the end zone after Georgia touchdowns, and bite the opposing players in the crotch.
How did he get so sick so soon in his young K9 life?
Sometimes life just happens you know.
UGA VIII took over as the team’s mascot for Georgia’s Oct. 16 game against Vanderbilt and was mascot for the final six games of the regular season.
6 games is not much of a life. Poor pooch.
The death is sad enough. The symbolism is hard to over look. Uga is Georgia Football. He put the Bull Dog in Georgia Bull Dogs. When you think Georgia Football you don’t think Jimmy Carter or Billy Beer. You don’t think Peach Tree Street. You don’t think outhouses with moon shaped windows. Those things say Georgia, as in state of …
But when you think Georgia Football you think of that little white bull dog in the red Georgia sweater vest. You think of a jowly faced slobbering tongue, all chins, and stocky chest and tiny legs. You think touch downs and first downs and ivy covered walls in the end zone.
I know there’s an UGA IX waiting in the wings, ready to pounce on opposing player’s loins, but I wonder if you season ticket holders should take a moment to ruminate.
Is it an omen?
Your mascot dying after six games, that’s comforting like a radiation leak at the Homer Simpson Power plant. It’s like a sloppy Tiger Woods text pleading with you to erase voice mail. It’s problematic like a flotation device activating somewhere over the Atlantic.
Rest in Peace Uga VIII.
Personally I will root for the bull dogs this year in your honor.
And when Uga IX barks after a touch down, he does so in your honor.
And that is crazy.