After decades of trying, the Republicans finally gain control of the Georgia Governor’s Mansion. And it seems that all of their fiscal panaceas aren’t gonna quite pan out. So being in need of money they decided to quadruple the tobacco tax. Now it seems to me that if the state is gonna rely on sin taxes to balance the budget, they should go all out. Be gone blue laws. Let Peach Staters buy beer on Sundays. Bring on the games. How about a casino on Tybee Island? A horse track at the Agricenter in Perry? Who’s up for allowing legalized prostitution in Muscogee County? Anyone against letting coffee shops in Dalton to sell hash? Gives us sin taxes (we’ve already have our sinners repesenting us under the Gold Dome), but if sin taxes are the way to go, then the government should give it’s citizens more options to sin.

Larry Munson is a beloved announcer. I enjoy the passion he brings to the game. However, I have to agree that if he was in my broadcasting class he would not receive a very high grade. The TV on with Munson in the background is the best of both worlds, you get his passion for the game, but have the visual to keep you up to date. But if you watched ABC’s coverage of the Fiesta Bowl, you saw how Jackson and Fouts did a piss-poor job of getting across the pathos of one of the most exciting college football games I’ve ever seen (not to mention some pretty significant stakes). I know that Keith Jackson will let me know what is going on with the game, but Larry Munson will make me feel it. So yeah, the dude from the SAV paper had some good points, but he just wanted to get his name talked about with a poorly timed column. Congrats dude (not mentioning your name), folks are talking (even me).

For some reason, I still have not been named a baseball Hall of Fame voter, but if I was here is how my ballot would look. Eddie Murray, Jack Morris, Ryan Sandberg, Gary Carter, Rich Gossage, Bert Blyleven, and Bruce Sutter. I would not have used all 10 of my slots this year. And if you don’t agree with me, well then buster, that’s one of the things that makes baseball so great. So why didn’t I pick some people (this is WAY more fun)? Andrew Dawson? Too much could’ve been. Steve Garvey? Would’ve been far too difficult to pick which of his kids introduced him. Keith Hernandez and Danny Tartabull? Seinfeld alone will not get you in the Hall. Vince Coleman? Ceremony would be held up waiting for he and Claudell Washington to return from the VIP men’s room. Tommy John? Having a disease named after you gets you in the Hall, same can’t be said for a surgery. Jim Kaat? Noot enough staats. Dale Murphy? Maybe next year. Tony Pena? ripped off Mr. T’s look. Lee Smith? one day, soon. And, Don Mattingly? This hurts too much to discuss.

Giving this one to my buddy Vern. As we stood there and watched a group of women who were way too old to be in a bar at 1 AM on a Monday shake there hips on the 1’s and 3’s to Missy Elliot, he busted out “That’s what happens when people over 30 hear a beat.”