I got to meet Uga (sounds like bubba) the other night at a football game. Actually, it was a few nights ago. Someone was asleep and I snuck up to the skyboxes with mom and dad for the Georgia/Tennessee game. The first half was great. I fell asleep during the second half...thankfully so. The bulldog is a 50 year tradition. The same family has been entrusted with taking care of him(s)--there have been several of them--since then. Ruff. Ruff.
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