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Erk Russell was Georgia's defensive coordinator during the 1980 national championship season. 
He was one of the great motivators of all time.  A thousand articles could be written about the amazing ways he inspired his players to play better than they would have thought capable.

One my favorite quotes, which may have been coined by someone else, but was often used by Coach Russell:

"You know what a Consultant is don't you?  It's someone who knows a 100 different sex positions but doesn't know any women."

Some of Coach Russell's other attributed quotes include coming up with the T-shirt that says TEAM in big letters and "me" in little letters; Coach Russell reportedly once saw a Georgia Tech trainer with a shirt on that had the initials GTAA (georgia tech athletic association).  Coach Russell rearranged the letters and coined the decades old acronym: GATA (get after their asses).

And if you've ever seen it you'll never forget the pictures of Coach Russell with a forehead covered in blood from headbutting his players after big plays.

Erk Russell:  A damn good dawg.

I know full well that just about every sports fan in the world thinks that the "media" doesn't give their team enough respect.  Well, count me in with that crowd, but with one major difference:  I'M ACTUALLY RIGHT.  If I didn't think I was right, wouldn't be much point in blogging now would there.

My long researched, thoroughly documented, and totally unbiased opinion is that Georgia rarely gets much love from the media.  (Though this off-season is definitely an exception).  That other sports station / website that shall remain nameless but who's initials are ESPN seems to be the worst culprit.  Lou "Spittin" Holtz picks UGA to loose just about every week.  Mark May also finds a way to make a completely ridiculous upset prediction about the Dawgs every year - while never actually being right.

But the absolute worst of the worst is the guy who gets my vote for most annoying sports broadcasting figure in the universe:  Lee Corso.  Having watched Corso pick against the Dawgs on numerous occasions, and then never have the, uh, testicular aptitude to man up and admit his mistakes, I decided to investigate.

The result:  CorsoCrapper.blogspot.com

Dedicated to demonstrating the prognosticating incompetence of a guy who, while being mildly entertaining, nonetheless proves the old axiom: if you aren't good enough to play or smart enough to coach: try announcing.