Goodbye to the "Hobnail Boot"
When I was in my early and mid-teens, my dad and I spent most every Saturday during the winter months cutting trees on our farm and clearing land for more pasture. We hauled most of what we cut off one truck load at a time, selling it for pulp wood. During the infrequent rest periods when dad had to re-sharpen his chain saws or we took a water break, he let me turn on the fiddly radio in the truck and I got to listen to the Georgia Bulldogs play football. It was my first contact with the legendary Larry Munson . At that time, Munson had already been announcing Georgia football for about ten years. His distinctive style of delivery , his sense of excitement and attention to detail , his willingness to get inside the Georgia fan’s head and seem to express exactly what everyone was thinking at a given point in a given game, made him incomparable to me. Whenever I got a chance to watch a Georgia game on TV, I always turned the sound down (as did most other Georgia football fans) and liste