Nick Chubb proves that if you’re a Dawg, then you’re a dog, Dog.
When you walk into Snelling Dining Hall in the Classic City and Miss Sandra gives her Boo a hug, the Big Dawg will eat. You can take the Dawg out of Athens, but you never take the Athens out of the Dawg. On the Cleveland Browns‘ first offensive drive on Thursday Night Football, the Dawgs eat most glorious Chubb pay dirt vs. the not ferocious kitty Cincinnati Bengals. Woof! Woof! Woof!
Why Feed Zeke when you can feed a Dawg in front of the Dawg Pound?
What’s tastier than a bone, a dog biscuit or a raw slab of meat? How about Chubb run that doesn’t give up. It’s not the size of the Dawg in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the Dawg! Chubb has been and always will be a battering ram of greatness. He should have won a national championship at UGA, but Tyler Simmons was onside, dammit! Oh well, now he’s in Cleveland.
There are people who think that they are good at their jobs and then there’s people like Chubb. He is the epitome of the lunchpail mentality. The Pride of Cedartown will occasionally let the dogs out, but don’t tell Alan Garner. Otherwise, he’ll bring his satchel, his beard and his wide array of extracurricular supplements that’ll so ruin your best friend Doug’s bachelor party in Las Vegas.
FirstEnergy Stadium is NOT the real Caesar’s Palace, but Chubb is a Dawg worth barking about.