[ The Atlanta Journal-Constitution: 4/30/03 ]

Freshman Georgia football player charged with false report

Associated Press

Athens -- A Georgia football player was charged with filing a false report of crime after he allegedly tried to avoid paying parking fines by switching his car tags.

Barrett Fields Jr., 19, a freshman defensive back from Woodbine, was charged Tuesday with a misdemeanor after he told police his car tag had been stolen from his Ford Escort, university police Maj. Jimmy Williamson said Wednesday.

Williamson said Fields' car was towed Monday for running up excessive unpaid parking fines on campus. Fields then went to university police and said someone stole his car tag and was responsible for the parking tickets.

Police said Fields used the police report to get a new car tag from the Athens- Clarke County Tag Office, then climbed over a fence at the parking service impound lot and replaced his old tag with a new one.

But parking officials had already photographed Fields' car with the old tag attached, Williamson said.

I totally sympathize, student parking in Athens will drive you nuts.

By the way, what is it with all these Techies, that post stories, and all they can come up with is a thumbs down icon.

Are they illiterate, have something to say? Then say it.

Dawg Quixote Wrote:I totally sympathize, student parking in Athens will drive you nuts.

By the way, what is it with all these Techies, that post stories, and all they can come up with is a thumbs down icon.

Are they illiterate, have something to say? Then say it.

:rolleyes:

Dawg Quixote Wrote:By the way, what is it with all these Techies, that post stories, and all they can come up with is a thumbs down icon.

Are they illiterate, have something to say? Then say it.

Dawg Quixote Wrote:By the way, what is it with all these Techies, that post stories, and all they can come up with is a thumbs down icon.

Are they illiterate, have something to say? Then say it.

I got something to say to them.

51-7. Who's yo' daddy!!?! :ownd:

*ahem*

I have something to say.

Harrick went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind cause the Dogs were behind
All the other teams in the league

When he came across this young man
Shooting some hoops and shootin it hot
And Harrick jumped on a hickory stump
And said, "Boy let me tell you what

"I guess you didn't know it
But I'm was a basketball player too
And if you'd care to take a dare
I'll give some money to you"

"Now you play pretty good ball, son
But give Harrick his due
I give you a big wad of cash
if you'll play for Georgia too"

The boy said "My name's Tony
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your money and you're gonna be sorry
'Cause someday I'll turn you in"

Tony you lace up your shoes
And play your b-ball hard
'Cause Harrick's broke loose in Georgia
And Harrick deals the cards

And if you win
You get this all this money and this gold
But if you lose
Then Harrick gets your soul

Harrick openned up his case
And he said "I'll start this show"
And money flew from his fingertips
As he handed out the dough

And he pulled the money out of the case
And it made an evil hiss
Then a band of Bulldogs joined in
And it sounded something like this

When Harrick paid up Tony said
"Well you're pretty good, old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how its done"

{Refrain}
Probation in Athens, run boys run
Harrick's in the house lying to your son!
Don't worry about class, son, you don't have to go!
Do you have to work for grades? No child no

Harrick bowed his head
When Tony confessed and he knew he'd been beat
And he laid that all that money
On the ground at Tony's feet

Tony said "Harrick, You should have let me back
when the rape charges were wiped clean
But I told you once, you son of a *****
I'm the best that's ever been"

He played
Probation in Athens, run boys run
Harrick's in the house lying to your son!
Don't worry about class, son, you don't have to go!
Do you have to work for grades? No child no

Not bad. :D
It will take me awhile to come up with a good comeback for that one. :D

In related news, Harrick says UGa cheated him and that he was innocent.
This was on a sports website not too long ago.

Got one!!


All the leaves were brown
All the leaves were brown
And the sky was gray,
And the sky was gray
Bosh went for walk
On a cold winter's day.
He was NBA dreamin' all the way...

NBA dreamin' on such winter's daaaay!!

He stopped in a agent's door
He passed along the way.
He got down on his knees, and said "I really want to play..."
"...in the NBA"

"If I didn't tell GT, I could leave today, I could leave today"
"Ohhh, NBA dreamin' on such a winter's daaaaay!!"


:D



<!--EDIT|DawgNBama|May 11 2003, 04:53 PM-->

Is that the best you've got??

Jim Harrick and the Blackhearts!

(sung to the tune of I LOVE ROCK -N- ROLL)

Saw him sweating there by the ATM machine,
Knew he must've been about seventeen,
Gotta have your game,
Gonna promise you faaaammmmmeeeee

And I could tell it wouldn't be long til he'd play for me, YEAH ME!

The kid could do no wrong playing for me, yeah me sing it

I LOVE TONY COLE
send another gift thru Western Union baby
I LOVE TONY COLE
son don't go to class just play for me!

Smiled so I got up and introduced my son.
Told him "Hey Tony your fun has just begun!"
Don't worry about biology class,
tell the professor to kiss your aaaasssssssssss

And I could tell it wouldn't be long til he'd play for me, YEAH ME!

The kid could do no wrong playing for me, yeah me sing it

I LOVE TONY COLE
send another gift thru Western Union baby
I LOVE TONY COLE
we're the pride and joy of the S-E-C

I LOVE TONY COLE
send another gift thru Western Union baby
I LOVE TONY COLE
sleepless nights for Adams and Vince Dooley!

The former Iraqi Minister of Information now works for Ga Tech.....

<a href='http://www.theinformationminister.com/press.php?ID=612143416' target='_blank'>Click here for the link to his Press Conference</a>

So you decided to go to Georgia Tech. The school voted as having one of the least enjoyable college experiences in the nation. Located between a Techwood projects and I-75/85. What a wonderful place for a young man to spend the best years of his life (NOT). World reknown for its gawd ugly women, and English as a second language students (not that there is anything wrong with that). Want to know what you missed, here is the what the college football saturday is like for the typical Tech student.

<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>Four Notes on a Trumpet: The Tech Experience

You wake up in the top bunk with that feeling in the pit of your stomach. That pounding feeling, that giddy, nauseous rush that can mean only one thing. You rush to the potty and take care of business. The feeling goes away. But something about tinkling--the colors, the sounds--makes you remember: Yellow Jacket football today!

You put on your best yellow sweater and yellow knee-socks, though you always call them "gold." Then, moving to the dresser, you specially polish your thick glasses, adding one final flourish--fresh tape wrapped around the bridge. Speaking of bridges, your braces are also polished to a fine sheen, new zits are popped, and you're lookin' good! You're lookin' JACKET.

Heart pounding, you race up the steps from your parents' basement. Mumsy and Pops are reading mail from the old home country in New Jersey, the place they hope to return someday. You slip out the door quietly and pedal your bike through the crisp autumn air. And there it is--the MARTA station. It won't be long now!

You climb onto a southbound train, your eyes scan the car, and--yes! There, sitting next to the chatty tranvestite--a man wearing YELLOW! You make your way over and wave your pom poms at him, and he says, "$#%^ off, %$$^&!" And now you feel it more strongly than ever--the essence of being a Tech fan. You giggle, dance away, then slide around safely under the seats until the stop at North Avenue, tee-heeing for all you're worth as you elude the grasp of your tormentor and his switchblade. It's sort of like Frodo hiding from the Black Riders, right here on MARTA.

You disembark at North Avenue, deftly dodging a few homeless men, and take a deep breath of downtown Atlanta air--Tech air! Now you see swarms of other Jackets--two of them, three of them. It's no wonder the stadium had to be expanded. You pause on the bridge over the Connector to indulge in a Tech tradition: spitting on cars passing underneath. It's a traffic jam of red vehicles heading north, and you nail an RV with a big loogie from your morning Yoo Hoo Soda. Tee hee!

Then you're on campus, a block from the stadium. You take in the grand pageantry that is game day. It's the gray, smoggy sky; the deep blue of the police siren; the giggling of the frat boys enjoying an impromptu tickle pile in the grass. It's the sound of gunfire. It's the beautiful women with their thick makeup, standing on the street corners and bantering with the passing cars. It's the voice of Kim King, talking and talking and talking in his one-note melodic range; Wes Durham screaming about a one-yard gain. It's the giant rubber bee, patched all over, making flatulent sounds as the air oozes out yet again. It's the new giant rubber O'Leary, ditto (if they can name a street after Tee Martin, they can name a blimp after O'Leary). It's Flag Boy, the aspiration of all Tech males. Tee hee!

Above all, it's four notes on a trumpet. You hear them now, playing the hallowed music, the sacred music, the Hymn of the Bee. There it is now, and you lift your voice to join in, tears fogging your thick glasses. The whole stadium sings solemnly:

"When you say Bud..."

Those four notes on a trumpet, your call to Jackethood, setting your yellow heart aflutter. Deep down you know this is the year--the year you beat Duke AGAIN--you OWN Duke. The year you road-trip to Shreveport for the holidays. The year your body reaches puberty. This sacred moment cannot last. Someday, by the Great Pointed Ears of Leonard Nimoy, you will be in New Jersey. In Michigan. In North Dakota. Someday you will have a basement of your own to live in. But in your heart, you'll always be a Tech Guy--a proud drop in the endless river of yellow!

Four Notes on a Trumpet. " . . . You've said it all!" Tee, hee.
</span></span></span>

I love "The Tech Experience"!

as a neutral observer and a Mississippi State fan, all I can say is

I like the Tech experience too. I've got some more musical hits for Swagger, but it's going take me awhile to remember the words of the songs. (I hate it when I've got a mind like a sieve. :bang: )

DawgNBama Wrote:I like the Tech experience too. I've got some more musical hits for Swagger, but it's going take me awhile to remember the words of the songs. (I hate it when I've got a mind like a sieve. :bang: )

Hurry up DNB. I can't wait to here them. :D

msudawgs64 Wrote:as a neutral observer and a Mississippi State fan, all I can say is

Ditto! You guys are a riot!

Yes, Swagger, I CAN do better than that!!!!
Ok, appearing for the first time ever, George O' Leary and the out-the-doors!!!


"I read it in the Headlines"

Ooh, I can't believe how you knew
Of my plans to make you blue
To desert you for Notre Dame
And rise to untold riches and fame
But when that all backfired just the other day
I thought you would help me avoid the shame.

Chorus:
You could have told me yourself,
that you really wanted someone else,
Instead, I read it in the headlines!!
Not much longer would you be mine.
Oooh, I read it in the headlines!!
and I'm about to loooose my behind!!
And your money, yeah.
'Bout to lose my behind, baby, woo, woo, woo.

I know that a man ain't supposed to cry,
But that thing about being a letterman at NH was just a little white lie,
I thought it was your own good that you didn't find out,
However, when I saw the front page today,

I read it in the Headlines!!!
Not much longer would you be mine!!
Ooh, I read in the Headlines!!
And I'm about to looose my behind, and your money, yeah!!
'Bout to lose my behind, baby, woo, woo, woo.


:D



<!--EDIT|DawgNBama|May 14 2003, 04:42 PM-->

:D

wanna talk now Techies? :D