Right you are, dapolla. Our games with the Gators have indeed become like a war. In fact, the series specifically reminds me of the Grenada War, except that I think the Grenada Army was a little better match for the USA than we have been for Florida over the last three decades. On second thought, it reminds me of The Hundred Years War, since it is unlikely that we will be able to beat them for at least the next 100 years or so. No actually, let me revise that. It reminds me more of the Battle of Armageddon with Urban Meyer's offense raining down plagues on our hapless homosexual defense, while his defense pours vials of wrath down Matthew Stafford's back, scorching his red neck even further.
Anyway, fellow dawg fans, like a lemming on an annual trip to plunge to his death over the cliffs, I'm leaving tomorrow for my yearly trek to the world's largest outdoor cocktail party for our annual butt kicking. I hope to see you on I-75, dawg flags a-flying. We can honk at one another and commiserate while picking our nose thoroughly.
Do they still have that Huddle House at the Warner Robbins exit?
Incidentally, I don't know how to make a cocktail. Would that be like mixing a Pabst with a Miller?
