Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Thursday Thrash VOL. 1: Washaun Ealey Edition

Thursday Thrash is a new weekly segment in which we incorporate some of the greatest songs of all time (mostly metal, but not always) into a topically relevant post revolving around current issues at the University of Georgia. As a note, artistic liberties will be frequently used in this relation. Basically, the only premise/rule is that I can't put on some crappy Shania Twain song or some no-talent lightning catcher with autotune (see KESHA).


This week's inaugural episode of "Thursday Thrash" is a nice way to "pop off" the segment. Though the video for today doesn't fit what will usually be the norm, it's extremely funny/relevant after I set the stage.

Considering Washaun Ealey's current non-situation with the Georgia Bulldogs, I could only think of one appropriate song. But when you listen to the lyrics, you have to think of the exact opposite feeling that PHIL COLLINS was trying to emote when he wrote this. The irony is palatable.

Take a look at us now. Our backfield's just an empty space.
There's no one left here to remind me. Just the fumbles not replaced.



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