It's gettin' on Sunday night. Tomorrow my little entourage and I are flyin' down to Miami for the week. Stayin' on South Beach for 4 nights. Never been - takin' my swimsuit, though. If they hold a Pastiest White Boy on South Beach contest, I'll win hands down. I don't care. I love to swim, and I'm hittin' that ocean. I can barely walk across a room without bumping into something or someone or just plain tripping over my own damn feet. In the water, though, I am beautiful.
So who else is going? You know there's this big-ass alumni tailgate at 5:30 at the stadium. Perhaps our editors in attendance could fly a modest FWtCT banner, and some of us could drop our internet facades and stop to pay our respects. That might be nice.
I'm interested to read Ingesting the Opposition this week. Will P?P do Atlanta or Miami? I know what I'd do, but...
Say prayers for the Dogs, boys and girls.