Buffalo bagels. At least, that's how Larry Munson probably looked at it.
Larry Munson, the voice of the Georgia Bulldogs for 42 years, passed away yesterday at the age of 89. He was one of the most beloved radio voices in the country, and had absolutely none of the qualities that you would expect to be present in a successful broadcast journalist.
How does a gruff sounding guy from Minnesota, who served as an Army medic, and played piano for Frank Sinatra and the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra get to be one of the most famous voices in all of college sports? Like Lennon and McCartney said, it's a "Long and Winding Road"
But if you want biography and odd facts about Munson, then hit up Google or Wikipedia. This article is going to be told from the viewpoint of a guy who grew up during the UGA heyday. I was in Jr. High and High School during the 1980's. When Vince Dooley ruled the south, the Atlanta Braves were but a mere afterthought, and Deion Sanders was still electrifying crowds in Doak Campbell Stadium rather than Atlanta Fulton-County Stadium. From 1980 to 1986 it was all about The University Georgia in the Atlanta area, and Larry Munson was the voice of our generation.
He wasn't even from Georgia, yet he embraced the Bulldogs as his own from the time he first began his broadcasts for UGA in 1966. He had a gravelly, menacing tone to his voice, and he didn't always worry about getting players numbers, or even names, correct at times. His broadcasts were laced with "we" and "us" and "they", as if Munson himself were on the sideline helping to coach the team along. This was never more evident than in 1982, in the game against Auburn. The SEC title was on the line, and Munson barked into the micorphone at the Georgia defense, "I know I'm asking a lot, you guys, but hunker it down one more time!"
He was the ultimate "homer", often ridiculing and needling the opponents after a Georgia victory (the famed "hob-nailed boot" call against Tennessee comes to mind), and never made excuses for wanting to cheer his beloved Bulldogs on to victory. I think it was this lack of concern for the basic rules of broadcasting that made him beloved by both listeners, and his peers alike. He sometimes spoke and couldn't even manage to come up with eloquent verbiage to sum up this thoughts. But even in his lack of vocabulary, somehow it still sounded good coming from Larry. Sentences like "we'll try to kick one a hundred thousand miles", and "
Glory, glory to old Georgia!
Heroes have graced the field before you: men with the hearts, bodies, and minds of which the entire Bulldog nation can be justifiably proud.
A tradition of unbridled excellence demonstrated by these individuals and many others spans more than a full century.
And now a new breed of Bulldog stands ready to take the field of battle to assume the reigns of their Georgia for-bearers and continue that tradition, understanding that there is no tradition more worth of envy, no institution worthy of such loyalty, as the University of Georgia.
As we prepare for another meeting between the hedges, let all the Bulldog faithful rally behind the men who now wear the red and black with two words—two simple words which express the sentiments of the entire Bulldog nation: Go Dawgs!
There should be a steel folding chair with a padded seat with Muson's name on it perched permanently in the press booth at Sanford Stadium, so that every broadcaster that graces that booth will be reminded of "Run Lindsay!!" and every other memorable call that will forever echo the concrete and glass high above the hedges. And if you are too young to have ever gotten to hear Larry Munson call a game live, more's the pity. For while you can go and listen to recordings of his more famous calls, nothing will ever top the excitement and spontaneity of hearing him call it as the action happened, when you would say "Did he really just say that?".
So, farewell Larry. Keep that sugar falling from the sky for us, will ya?
So, farewell Larry. Keep that sugar falling from the sky for us, will ya?