Anyway, with an eye towards the first college football Saturday of the year tomorrow, I figured I’d center today’s column around my activities tomorrow which will focus most specifically on the home opener for YOUR 2007 National Champion Florida Gators.
10:30 am: Wake up and turn on Gameday. Smile a warm and knowing smile.
10:33 am: Curse Lee Corso.
10:45 am: Get out of bed, get something to eat. Beer’s on the way soon and I need something, anything in my stomach.
10:47 am: Curse the fact that
10: 51 am: Receive excited call from my FSU alum sister about the arrival of college football. Talk shop with her while she yells at her kids to “Shutup while Mommy’s talking football.” You have to love the South.
11:00 am: Go outside and hang up my brand new Gator Nation flag. It’s a beautiful sight to behold. By the way, you’ll see a lot of schools with these flags now and that’s all well and good. However,
11:05 am: Bond with my new neighbors across the street who are also UF alumni. Right now, I’m just the “sketchy guy across the street”. By this time tomorrow I’ll be the “great young man across the street who went to
11:45 am: Call my old roommate Vitas and scream “TEBOW SMASH!!” at him as he laughs and screams something similar to me.
11:46 am: Hang up phone.
11:53 am: Call my Dad and discuss how wonderful a day it is while casually mentioning that FSU has lost 3 of the last 4 to Clemson. He is not amused. Me? I’m enjoying it.
12: 07 pm: Put on my new
12:10 pm: Pick up aforementioned 12 pack of PBR at Publix. Mmmm, alcoholism.
12:15 pm: Arrive at Vitas’ house.
12:19 pm: Make annual “Player of the Game” predictions with Vitas.
12: 21 pm: Punch Vitas’ friend and co-worker Sink. It’s a tradition at this point.
12:23 pm: Begin to have uncontrollable spasms at the thought of Gator football.
12:29 pm: Talk about how miserable it must be in The Swamp. There’s a reason
12:32 pm: And Here Come the Gators!!! It gives me goosebumps when I hear that.
12:37 pm: Kickoff. Jesus, I can’t wait to see
12:38-3:53 pm: Entranced by the power of Florida Football. (Some activities that may occur during this time include: Wiping my face with my sleeve ala Urban Meyer, Pointing viciously ala Urban Meyer, Screaming “Percy!” as Percy Harvin blows by a helpless Western Kentucky defender, talking about how huge Cornelius Ingram is (ngs) with Vitas and Sink, avoiding my friend Socks’ drunken phone calls from inside the San Francisco Gator Club (x 3), Making up nicknames for UF players who don’t yet have them (last year’s personal fave was “Gunz” for Tony Joiner, kind of an inside joke), yelling at the TV as Nat Moore once again shows the audience he spent another off-season reworking the basics of the English language, and screaming at various levels of excitement for the many young talented players who will be introducing themselves to the Gator Nation throughout tomorrow’s game.)
4:05 pm: Head home to take advantage of my couch, three TVs and the ESPN Gameplan package. It’s looking like GT-ND on the big TV early with some combo of
5:15 pm: Possibly sneak in a game of NCAA ’08 (
7:15 pm: Food. I must have food. Wings just seem appropriate on a day like tomorrow.
7:45 pm: Plant myself on my couch for the rest of the evening in hopes a too highly competitive games featuring SEC East rivals Tennessee (@ Cal) and Georgia (at home against Oklahoma St.)
11: 30 pm: Cap the night off with a shot of Jagermeister (or two) and an extended viewing of highlights of games I’ve already watched.
11: 45 pm: Make sure I’ve remembered to TIVO the Urban Meyer show on Sunday morning.