Year of Mr T.

I think I finally have to admit it.  This looks like the year of Mr. T.  No, I’m not talking about Mr T from the A-team, I’m talking about Mr. T from the G-team.  Every where I turn in the sports world, there he is.  An article about this, one about that, then there’s another one, and another, and another….

It’s going to be a very llllllllllooooooonnnnngggggg yyyyyeeeeeaaaarrrr.

As long as it’s going to be for me I keep thinking about those other guys that are going to have a very long Saturday.  You know who I’m talking about, the Buccaneers of Charleston Southern (with less people enrolled in their school (2790) than UF has in Freshman English classes, the Golden Panthers of FIU, and the Trojans of Troy.  (And those aren’t even homecoming games).  Those may be money games for the schools, but come on.  At least we won’t have to watch them on TV.


I know, I know, they scheduled these games years ago.  But they did schedule these games.  OK, enough talk about schedules, I know Mr. T didn’t have anything to do with scheduling these games, and I know he’ll never be playing in the second half of these games, maybe not even after the first quarter, which can’t help his Heisman image.

So guys and gals, if you don’t pull for the G-team, take a big breath, throw your arms around the people standing next to you, start swaying back and forth, and break into your best singing voice with me singing we are the boys from ol , it’s great to be a Gator Hater.

The year of Mr. T, TRAVIS Surber.

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