No. 183 - Poor Man’s Game Notes V: UGA vs. Auburn, 10/11/25

I married a KD from Auburn in 2006, and since our nuptials on that fall afternoon, the Dawgs have gone 15-3 against the War Chickens.

I don’t mean to take all the credit for this unprecedented string of success, but it does make you wonder doesn’t it? Could I single-handedly be responsible?

Is it possible my very existence has something to do with this lopsided series and the whole of Georgia football itself? Hard to say.

Let’s examine the facts: I predicted the 2021 and 2022 Nattys (I also predicted them in ’97, ’98, ’02-’08, ’11-’15, ’17-’19, and 2023). So there’s that.

I knew we were bringing home the ’02 SEC Championship because I was at the game. Same goes for 2005, though I was at the LSU game in ’03 as well. I was a bit miffed that Richt and Dooley never sent a thank-you note.

You see, when it comes to the Dawgs and championships, my being alive isn’t something to take lightly. I have this effect on all sorts of things.

For instance, I have it on record from a somewhat reliable source that the greatest All-Star Special ever served at Waffle House happened around three in the morning after an Allgood show at Smith’s Olde Bar (I was the recipient).

And there was the time at the Clermont Lounge when Blondie solved the math problem in Good Will Hunting. I was there.

Lest we forget the time the Dali Llama Himself was spotted cooking hog in the back of Fresh Air, and, yes, I was there too.

So clearly, my presence adds something. Without it, Auburn would own the series, Waffle House would be serving soggy waffles, and Blondie’s brilliance would be buried beneath a heap of crumpled PBRs.

Oh, and the Llama might be slinging chili dogs and watered down lemonade at Toomer’s.

Give ’em hell, Kirby!