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We Remember Legendary Georgia Broadcaster Larry Munson

Legendary Georgia play-by-play man Larry Munson was once a game-day fixture for Dawgs fans, and with the sad news of his passing, he’s left Bulldog Nation with countless memories.

Before he came to Athens, Munson called the shots for Vanderbilt football and basketball for 16 years, and he was the radio voice of the Nashville Vols of the Southern Baseball Association. He also served as play-by-play man for Wyoming Cowboys football and basketball. But his immortal calls for the Bulldogs — “Run, Lindsay!”, “We stepped on their face with a hobnail boot and broke their nose!” — are his most lasting legacy.

Munson shared his thoughts on Georgia football in the foreword he wrote in 2005 for Athlon’s book, “Game Day: Georgia Football.” As a tribute to Munson, we present it here.


By Larry Munson

So, how do you introduce a book on the history of Georgia football?

Oddly enough, I’ll start in Colorado.

In the fall of 1945, I was broadcasting my first home game with the Second Air Force football team from Colorado Springs. It was a typical Service football game between two powerhouse teams that were both covered up with All-America football players who had spent their war years playing an exceptionally high brand of college football. In the very first quarter of that game, they carried a Second Air Force running back off the field on a stretcher. His name was Frank Sinkwich.

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It was a bad moment for Sinkwich, because the knee injury kept him from a pro football career. But at that time, I wasn’t familiar with him and had no idea that many years later I would be working the broadcasts for Georgia, where Sinkwich had made quite a name for himself before enlisting in the Air Force.

We really shouldn’t even mention Georgia football without going back into the memory banks and finding all the names that meant so much to you and me both. From Trippi to Rauch, Butts, Tarkenton, Sapp, McClendon, Arnold, Butler, Bennett, Herschel, Zeier, Etter, Moore, Patton, Stanfill, Lawrence, Greene, Pollack, Dooley, etc. … See how easy it is to start writing about Georgia football and find yourself literally covered up with hundreds of names from the past? Some of them from the very recent past?

I grew up in a Big Ten house; everybody followed the University of Minnesota, and everybody always cursed the University of Michigan. They also threw a few words out there against Iowa, Wisconsin, Notre Dame and Purdue. Never did I dream that I would wind up in the south directing my hatred against General Bob Neyland, Steve Spurrier, Pat Dye and Danny Ford — not to mention any jersey that was covered with orange. As my 40 years of working Georgia football unfolded, many of the Big Ten teams were starting to decline, while the SEC was flying high and continues to climb even higher.

I’ve had 56 years in the SEC now, and I have no way of knowing all the great teams and where they should be ranked. But I do know this: Georgia football fans are as rabid and passionate as they come. I’ve been here so long now, I can’t even remember when tailgating started! That goes back to the ’60s. I think; however, the food now is much better, and there is much more of it.

We’ve turned the century mark now, and with it all the stadiums have grown twice as big, and the press boxes are also spread out all over the place. Unfortunately, the radio booths are now seven miles from the field. At least, it seems that way.

And now, here comes my 40th year of working Georgia football; the old names and games should be distant memories, but they continue to leap to my mind. With all the major names that left us a few months ago, how are we going to remember the 2004 team, I wonder? I also can’t help but wonder if Buck and Lindsay and a fullback named Haynes are also overwhelmed by the great memories flooding their memory banks.

As we look forward to making more memories together, I have a thought: Wouldn’t it be great to play Southern Cal in the Rose Bowl? Would we all walk away satisfied then?

— Larry Munson
June 1, 2005