Harry Balzac has been rooting for the Gators ever since Galen Hall patrolled the sidelines and some kid from Pensacola, Florida named Emmitt was chewing up the Astroturf (yes, Astroturf) at Florida Field.
Every once in a while, I’ve been known to plop down at a local saloon, watch some random sporting event and text my buddy Croshere (whose secret identity may soon be revealed pending podcast). I’ll giggle and snort out loud, Continue reading →
I’m not fond of change. I’ve stayed in relationships longer than I should have, jobs longer than I should have and cities longer than I should have, all because I found myself in a comfort zone. I was afraid of Continue reading →
Since I couldn’t make it to either Miami or New Orleans for Super Bowl XLIV, I decided to hunker down in front of the laptop and Tweet the night away. I was curious to see a) who else was doing Continue reading →
I remember when Steve Spurrier announced he was resigning from the University of Florida. I was sitting at work, pretending to get something accomplished, when a friend (a Florida State grad) called and asked if I had heard the news. Continue reading →