I hear tell there’s going to be some kind of football game tonight, yea, even a so-called national championship.
Prognosticate away. The winner will receive a signed copy of my memoir, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Optometrist.
I find myself in dire straits this morning. On the one hand, rooting for the Florida Gators cuts against every grain of my being. On the other hand, I want more than anything to shut up the yapper of this guy and the rest of the ESPN talking heads who have spent the last month and a half trashing the Southeastern Conference and my adopted home state of Alabama.
Gggggggogogo GGGGaGators. There, I managed to get it out.
Desperate times, desperate measures.