Thursday cocktail: Kentucky edition

Are your Bulldogs from Georgia come from a disinfate loss to their old nemesis, the crgea tide of Alabama, and facing an opponent who persistently annoyed them in a special of Jefferson Pilot Special? So you could probably wear a drink. I can help you with that.

I try this space to walk on the sunny side of Proverbial Street whenever possible. This week, that has been a difficult task. There is something to lose before Alabama that is particularly discouraging, in a way that I imagine that it could be the loss against the Auburn Tigers or Florida Gators. It’s not that anyone remembers how it feels exactly that, but you get my drift.

If you can find any comfort in that background vessel and an arsenic sandwich in a pot of a loss, it is that many of the things that contributed to it are fixable. In particular, there is nothing that prevents Bulldog’s defense from being more unpredictable in the third Down. It is not outside the scope of the possibility of the offensive line (which actually acquitted quite well) to play football slightly better. And teaching Ellis Robinson, not that he does not immerse himself in batteries as if he has just heard “Evenflow” at a Pearl Jam concert in the mid -90s feels imminently feasible.

The serious problem, the real concern if you are a bulldog fan, is that things that are easy to correct or not often correct in university football. Sometimes, university football, like history, is one thing after another, but in fact the same damn thing over and over again.

The game at this weekend against the Wildcats of Kentucky will not really tell us if Georgia’s problems will be solved. But it will tell us a little about the mental composition of this red and black squad. This game is a perfect opportunity for a disappointment, and if the Dawgs do not take it, I will feel much better about the state of this team and the world in general.

Guarding a Subparte Silvestres Squadron at noon in front of an indifferent crowd and a section of hangover students is what a championship team would do. Doing doing is not uniquely sufficient to establish that this Dawgs harvest is caliber by championship. But it would be a fairly solid data point. We are going to hit the ‘cats and continue with the business of moving forward.

And what is the cocktail to dispense with some slightly annoying cats on the road to larger and better things?

TO SCAT cat. You will need:

Add one if pear slices and macery macery syrup until the pear is broken mainly. Add the bourbon, the bitter and the cinnamon, stir and enjoy responsibly.