One thing that was over shadowed by guys in white jerseys running wild on Saturday was a short ceremony honoring Larry Munson between the first and second quarters on Saturday. Plenty was written when Larry decided to retire mid-season, but there was nothing definite about plans to honor him. I believe it was a fitting and decidedly Munson’esque low key affair, with some of his greatest calls being played in the stadium while those of us in red cheered (and a few) cried. The fact that he had it played this low key should be a good lesson to others (not Scott Howard) who suppose themselves worthy to sit in Munson’s seat.
Mr. Munson, thank you for your years of service. Without you we wouldn’t have “hobnail boot”; “broke their hearts”; “Gene Washington running, thinking of the Montreal Olympics”; “a steel, metal chair”; “look at the sugar falling from the sky; “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”; “run, Lindsay, run”; or “Hunker Down!” as a part of our lexicon. Georgia football would still have been awesome without you when we were growing up, but Sanford wouldn’t have felt the same the first time we got to go to a game live, without your words from the radio to paint such a vivid picture for us to put reality to. We all ‘got the picture’ thanks to you.
A grateful Bulldog nation thanks you from the bottom of our hearts.