Loran Smith

Loran Smith/Columnist

Loran Smith/Columnist

Smith: Red Grange

Red Grange, the great Illinois halfback, who scored six touchdowns against Michigan in 1924, lived out his life at Indian Lake Estates in Central Florida, about a hundred miles south of Orlando.
Loran Smith/Columnist

Loran Smith/Columnist

Smith: The multi-faceted Fred Barber

This is a flashback to the times of Fred Barber, Georgia’s classic fullback of yesteryear, one who could have originated the time-honored football term: “Hardnosed.” A native of Bainbridge, Barber grew up with equal helpings of emotional capital for the outdoors and Friday Night Lights.
Loran Smith/Columnist

Loran Smith/Columnist

Smith: Generations of Philly Dawgs

When the Eagles drafted Georgia’s Nolan Smith soon after having picked Jalen Carter, a couple of calls came in regarding the foursome of Bulldogs on the Philadelphia roster, with Nakobe Dean and Jordan Davis has joined the team a year earlier.
Loran Smith/Columnist

Loran Smith/Columnist

Smith: Wesley Walls

CHARLOTTE – With a population of 874,579 as proclaimed by the last census, the Queen City of Charlotte is the 16th most populous city in the U. S. but maintains a small-town feel. Like Atlanta in the ’60s. There is traffic, but it is not debilitating.
Loran Smith/Columnist

Loran Smith/Columnist

Smith: Final thoughts on The Masters

Don’t know if you noticed that almost half the field at the Masters last week – at least 30 – were “foreigners.” That would include past champions such as Jose Maria Olazabal and Gary Player, as well as former Bulldog golfer Sepp Straka, a native of Austria.
Loran Smith/Columnist

Loran Smith/Columnist

Smith: Kim Braswell

Kim Braswell, the left-footed placement practitioner for the Georgia Bulldogs in 1970-72 – one of the last of the “toe” kickers – has written a book. It probably won’t make the best-sellers list, but it is an enlightening treatise about a young man who succeeded despite deafness and diabetes.
Loran Smith/Columnist

Loran Smith/Columnist

Smith: Jackie Bradford

March Madness to a basketball aficionado is pulsating and enrapturing – it satiates the hunger for intense competition like mana from heaven. Perhaps its appeal is so widespread because it encompasses so many hopefuls across the land.
Loran Smith/Columnist

Loran Smith/Columnist

Smith: The return of Mike Bobo

While I prefer never to begin any essay or treatise with anything negative, I realize that images sometimes become entrenched and often are inaccurate. Dean Martin, for example, was not an alcoholic. The glass you often saw in his hand contained apple juice.