I may be a Bama fan, but I’m also a dog lover. So I was extremely saddened to hear of the passing of UGA VII so unexpectedly yesterday. One thing I have always enjoyed about SEC football is checking out the live mascots on the sidelines, and of all of them Uga has always been my favorite. He’s got that bulldog face that only a mother or a true fan could love, and when he starts slobbering at the camera, or he’s sitting outside his dog house on a bag of ice looking so regal and important, my heart always melts a little.
I have particularly liked Uga VII. I was interested to see him at his first few games last season, and he looked (to me, at least) like he had a bit of his own personality. I remember watching one game where they were trying to lead him out to midfield or somewhere else before the game, and he went a little ways and then just sat down. He also seemed to like to stay in his little dog house with his bag of ice and just survey his kingdom. He was great.
I can’t imagine how the Seilers are feeling right now; it’s hard enough to lose a family pet, but to lose one at such a young age and so unexpectedly must be extremely difficult. My prayers are with them during this time. (And for those of you non-dog lovers who just rolled your eyes, you must have no idea how much of a family member your beloved dog can become.)
So in memory of Uga VII, I dedicate my newest favorite song to him, courtesy of Norah Jones and her new album, “The Fall,” which I highly recommend (and I really did try to find a link to a Norah Jones website with the lyrics, or any website that had the correct lyrics, but couldn’t find one):
“Man of the Hour” (lyrics presumably by Norah Jones)
“It’s him or me”
That’s what he said
But I can’t choose between a vegan and a pot head
So I chose you
Because you’re sweet
And you give me lots of lovin’
And you eat meat
And that’s how you became
My only man of the hour
You never lie
And you don’t cheat
And you don’t have lots of baggage tied to your forefeet
Do I deserve
To be the one
To feed you breakfast, lunch and dinner
And take you to the park at dawn?
Will you really be
My only man of the hour?
I know you’ll never bring me flowers
Flowers, they will only die
And though we’ll never take shower together
I know you’ll never make me cry
You never argue
You don’t even talk
And I like the way you let me lead you
When we go out and walk
Will you really be
My only man of the hour?
My only man of the hour.
My only man of the hour.