I'm gonna say it one more time. We are Georgia Southern. Our colors are blue and white. We call ourselves the Bald Eagles. We call our offense the Georgia Power Companyand that's a terrific name for an offense. Our snap count is 'rate, hike.' We practice on the banks of Beautiful Eagle Creek and that's in Statesboro, Georgia-the gnat capital of America. Our weekends begin on Thursday. The co-eds outnumber the men 3 to 2. They're all good looking and they're all rich. And folks, you just can't beat that and you just can't beat Georgia Southern. And you ain't seen nothin yet!
If you don't have the best of everything, make the best of everything you have.
The best way to win a game is not to lose it.
Do what your momma tells you to do, go to sunday school, go to church, and when you die, you'll go to Statesboro.
At Georgia Southern, we don't cheat. That costs money and we don't have any.
The South, to me, is fried chicken and catfish caviar --- that's grits --- and good-looking women.
Attitude might be worth 80 percent of any athlete’s makeup.
