I can't smile

Reason 1 why I hate pictures of myself: See Below.
Reason 1 why I never smile: See Below.

I said it's great to be a FLORIDA GATOR...

WOW. Unfucking real. All I can say about Neyland Stadium and the Gators squeaking out a nail biting, gut wrenching sloppy but fair 21-20 victory over the Volunteers. And they fans weren't overly obnoxious. They were a bit over-confident in the beginning.... but I just reminded them of the fact I had a WHOLE year to brag.... and now another year. See you in the Swamp next year.
The trip started normal, lugging shit around the airport, no clue where I was going. Lemmings have more direction than me. Missed my Cinnabun. They did have Chik-Fil-A so I sucked it up, even if they are on my banned list. Got some am poker in... nothing stellar, not many people playing at 5:30 am on the east coast. Here are the fucking death traps I rode in.


My god. No Xanax, just a crushed styrofoam water cup from Chik-Fil-A. I can think of Nightmare on Elm Street movies, where the kids had better chances of surviving.
I got scared hearing a delay, but it wasn't major. The trip went fine and I arrived on time. Bet a kid going to the game for a recruiting trip. Damn, this kid needed two seats. I told him Florida needs a tightend. Hope he gets a letter from them.
Had a killer meal at The Chop House. Definitely good shit. They know how to cook a Prime Rib! Had some drinks (quite strong and quite strong) at some club turned sports bar for the day. GATOR FANS IN THE HIZZLE!!!!!!!!

It rocked.

Neyland stadium. Nice stadium for sure. Big campus, a lot of walking helped work up my alcohol appetite!
Florida looked like shit. Sorry guys... I am not a Tim Tebow fan. Fuck Meyer, you have a QB that can run and throw, but use him for NOTHING but QB draws? I lost some respect for your play calling.
Strip Wilber of his scholarship. The kid will NEVER make a clutch Field Goal.


Okay, back at the shithole errrrrr hotel and no wireless, no cable and no hot water. I tried to get some bleach to bathe in but hope the soap did its job.
I actually got to sleep after a little Family Guy and SportsCenter. Nothing like watching upset recaps. Poor, poor Bowden.

Sunday I watched Culpepper suck ass for the Dolphins. Killed my fantasy team for a second week in a row. Benched! Had a few more drinks through 7 hours of football, but after the waitress took 30 minutes and still not deliver some food, it was time to go. Hit up Fuddruckers...old charm from the HS days, but just wasn't what I remembered. Hey, it's food. I will live.

I skipped the night at the hotel knowing I'd only get a few hours of sleep and hung out at the Icebox, errrrr, airport. Place was FUCKING COLD. I tried to get bumped to an earlier flight, but then found out my flight was cancelled and the bumped me to a later flight. Six hours later.
SIX HOURS LATER?

I decided to suck it up and nap where I could, but damn it's easier to pick out the way you want to die. I caught both flights and made it back for chat. And I was tired. Haven't played a hand of poker since. I am still catching up on the sleep. Which... I think I need to do now. Night!