insert sad face here

Some people might say it comes with the territory but I think it’s more a matter of correlation than causation. There’s an awful lot of football fans in Gainesville, Florida, specially when it comes to alumni and I happen to be one of them.

The last time I was this amped about college football was at the beginning of last season (heh). The problem is that I won’t be around to watch this year’s  madness go down, not one Saturday. I’ve already missed the first one, and the odds that I catch any of the remaining games are fairly low-unless there are indeed Gator clubs out in the East. (I´m sure there´s got to be a few Gator fans out there in India.)

If there´s one thing I might be mad about with respect to this trip, this is it. But probably not (that much).

=)

stuck on beating a dead horse

The saga continues.

It’s been ten days since the blog known as Stuck-on-the-Palmetto met its demise, yet it seems SOTP simply refuses to fade away. Alesh’s blog keeps piling them up and Carlos Miller even made three sequels to his original post. In the end, Rick and Alex’s blog keeps doing what it was doing before the unplugging, bringing everybody in the SoFla blogosphere together. Still, this mess being what it is, I couldn’t help myself but to round up all this chaos and blog about it.

And so it comes to this. If you want a concise account of the events, you’d be better off with Wizbang, a.k.a. The Florida Masochist (outed!) than the Herald. After that you’re on your own. Just take your pick:

• ipanemic
• Miami Vision Blogorama (r.i.p.)
• bark bark woof woof
• Miami Nights
• penultimos dias
• Miami-Forum
• rakontur
• Eye on Miami
• superbee’s philosophy
• Habla Mierda
• Florida Blog
• Fanless
• transit miami
• Riptide 2.0
• The Daily Pulp
• cuba independiente
• Florida Progressive
• Michael Mayo
• Miami-Dems
• Tail Rank
• 26th Parallel
• discourse.net
• Infomaniac
• Mambi Watch
• Miami Catfish
• Miamism
• The Cuban Triangle
• Computer Colonics
• Man or Maniac
• Klotz as in Steve
• (last but not least) yours truly

Enough relevant links to start a SoFla blogroll of your own or at least expand on it.

there have been far better days for all of us

So much for back-to-back championships. Although, if Stanford and Appalachian State can pull off what they pulled… eh, who am I kidding. Still, a bye-week might just be what everyone needs to get back in that state of mind.

Some things are better left to time but a few things are certain: Tebow needs a He15man, this team is a beast, Pierre-Louis sucks, LSU is #1, and we’ll be there watching our team two weeks from now, just like we were yesterday.

around the MIA

as seen at Matheson Hammock Park on a sunny August afternoon.

ticket to ride

Bank of America has this [¡flash!] little promotion going on for the month of May: free museum/park visits for all of their cardholders.

If you’re in Miami, anything from your check card to your MBNA credit card will get you a free pass to any these:

Miami Art Museum
Miami Metrozoo
Miami Children’s Museum

If you’re leaving town but keeping it in South Florida, there are a few other places included in this promotion:

Boca Raton Museum of Art (Boca Raton)
Museum of Discovery & Science (Fort Lauderdale)
Museum of Art (Fort Lauderdale)
Stranahan House (Fort Lauderdale)
Norton Museum of Art (West Palm Beach)
South Florida Science Museum (West Palm Beach)

Check this link for the outta state list.

Yeah, I just found out this morning, but there are still a few days left, plus the long weekend. Enjoy.

twoninetynine

Filling up my tank is one of those banal routines that sort of fade into my memory. I know I do it about once a week. There’s no escaping it, so I hit the closest gas station and pump 10 or so gallons worth of regular unleaded into my car. I don’t think twice about it. It’s not like I have a choice.

Today, it finally hit me: $2.99 a gallon?!!?

I’ve been hearing some folks spreading horrible rumors of paying $4 at the pump, but I figured they were talking about somewhere in California. WTF is going on here?!! I really thought you had to be out west to go find the cheap gas station and drop three bills for a gallon of gas.

Who is responsible for this?

Our oil stockpiles are up. The price of crude remains well below last year’s high of $78 (at $66) and the most *I* ever paid for gas last year was a couple of cents short of $3. Didn’t these fuckers make record profits in 2006?

WTF? Hook a brother up.

Shouldn’t the price gasoline, being a necessary commodity, be subject to more stringent regulations? Regulations that cut down on rampant profiteering?

I understand that a lot some of this money goes to R&D, but I also understand these motherfuckers get PAID. Maybe they could pump some of that surplus $$$ toward improving the country’s transportation infrastructure and public transportation systems. Lord knows a city like Miami needs something like this. Badly. You can’t get anywhere without a load of gas.

I wish I had the choice to jump on a subway to get to work. To get anywhere. The Metro doesn’t take me anywhere I need to be M-F/9-5ish. I’m not even going to mention the bus system here.

All I know is that I am relegated to driving. The stop & go. And now, the $2.99+ per gallon at the pump.

…all over again

2007 NCAA Tournament Champions

 

Gator boys. Fabulous five. Defending champs. Most Outstanding Players. Orange. Blue. Buckeye/Bruin killers. History makers. Record beaters. Headline grabbers. NBA bound…

déjà vu

UF 76 – UCLA 66
The only place left is right at the top.

I was watching the games with some friends last night, and one of them mentioned something that seemed somewhat inescapable.

“They gotta hate us,” he said with a devilish smile. “The way Ohio State and Florida are monopolizing these NCAA championship games. They gotta hate us.”

Ha! The thought crossed my mind, but I was too busy answering a gagillion text messages to say anything at the time. Things like this are supposed to happen when you’re winning, but this has the feeling of extra lime added to it. For now, all we can do is kick back and relax till Monday night’s game.

On my way out, I called a friend up to see what he was up to for the night.

Hello, ***?

R.?

Yup. ’sup with tonight man?

Dude, YOU GUYS SUCK!!!!!