Hate Week 2011: Ah, screw it, let's just get drunk and yell our fool heads off.
Let's get one thing straight: I hate Florida. It's not just a simple dislike, a harmonious discord, or even a deep, latent enmity. I hate Florida with the fire of a thousand suns being stoked by the fire of an additional thousand suns. In a world where my choices were to cheer for Florida or go blind, I'd start learning Braille. Most of the time, however, I am (relatively) civil while expressing this intense Gator hatred.
For one week a year, though, I allow my hate to come out of the closet and be displayed in its raw, naked form. This is that week.
Well, after two long weeks of waiting, it's almost time. 24 hours from now, I will be standing in a parking lot close to the Gator Bowl Jacksonville Municipal Stadium Alltel Stadium Everbank Field, proclaiming, "It's 5:00 somewhere!" as I crack open a(nother) refreshing libation for consumption.
As for Hate Week 2011... Bravo, Dawg fans! Pat yourself on the back for a job well-done. The Bulldog Nation has come through this week, filling the cyber airwaves with vitriol both poetic and prosaic, and Dawg Sports' 2011 Poet Laureate has made her usual exceptional contributions, as well. My only hope is that tomorrow our team brings it on the field as much as the fans have done this week in the blogosphere!
As for myself, I've already crossed into enemy territory, and will be feasting on the flesh of the enemy for dinner this evening at Park's Seafood Restaurant in Daytona Beach. Stop on by and say hello if you're in the neighborhood! I'll be the big guy in the red Georgia polo shirt and khaki shorts.
To conclude my contribution to this year's edition of Hate Week, I give you the following images of the Florida Gator faithful, designed to incite both laughter and enmity as we lead up to 3:30 BDTZITW* on Saturday afternoon.

The Gators were going to use this as a live mascot, but he's really the anti-Coach-Boom, so the idea was nixed.
On the other hand, this was actually the Florida mascot in 1977. Dang, I probably would have pretended my program didn't start until 1990, too. (You can stop watching at about 0:30.)

The best kind of gator. (And, of course, a nod to my favorite Georgian stationed in Nevada, Inteljumper.) (Via)

OMG! Did somebody say Tebow was here?!? (Via)

And, of course, this is what we hope the stadium will look like around 7:00 BDTZITW* tomorrow night.
Finally, let me conclude by saying this... If the Dawgs somehow manage to right the ship of history and emerge victorious Saturday evening... you'd better stand back, bro. It's going to get real crazy on the website.
Go Dawgs! Beat Florida!
* - "Best Damn Time Zone In The World." (This is an inside joke with tankertoad, who constantly gripes that we ignore those who are "differently abled" as far as the time zone in which they live. We all know that Eastern time zone is best time zone, anyway.)
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You can't spell Best without EST
The 984 Has Spoken!
by The984 on Oct 28, 2011 1:32 PM EDT reply actions 1 recs
So vine....
what type of Cocktail will you be imbibing at the World’s Largest Michael Adams is a Queef Party?
http://sportsandgrits.com/
I'm certain there will be multiple varieties of adult beverage in play.
I know for a fact, however, I will be consuming my standard Bombay Sapphire & tonics, along potentially one or eleven of whatever cheap-ass beer/wine the people we tailgate with bring.
Hey, this is Georgia/Florida. It ain’t called the World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party for nothing. It’s about quantity, not quality.
by vineyarddawg on Oct 28, 2011 3:31 PM EDT up reply actions 1 recs
It ain’t called the World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party for nothing.
Well said.
Editor at Alligator Army - The Florida Gators Blog
The Florida Gators - The most despised team in all of college football - Which is fantastic.
true cuz
if it was about quality they wouldn’t allow gator fans :)
/end snarky commenting
I can bake like a demon.
by podunkdawg on Oct 28, 2011 3:46 PM EDT up reply actions 1 recs
A rec for you for this
I will be consuming my standard Bombay Sapphire & tonics
Oh, come on. Don't leave your uncle T-bag hangin'.
is it bad
that i read this headline as the words of David Allen Coe?
I can bake like a demon.
by podunkdawg on Oct 28, 2011 3:26 PM EDT reply actions 1 recs
vineyard…
If you’re looking for the best gator to eat in the state, head over to Salt Water Cowboys outside of St. Augustine.
Editor at Alligator Army - The Florida Gators Blog
The Florida Gators - The most despised team in all of college football - Which is fantastic.
There is one on Saint Simons island too.
I hate the &%$#@^: gators!!!!!!
by CaptJackSparrow on Oct 28, 2011 3:47 PM EDT up reply actions
Never heard of that one. It appears (at first glance) that they aren’t affiliated.
Editor at Alligator Army - The Florida Gators Blog
The Florida Gators - The most despised team in all of college football - Which is fantastic.
From Afar
Don’t know how or why, but I have somehow avoided ever being in Jax for this game. I’ve watched it from a variety of places, though. A few special memories:
—In 1976, in Athens with law books open throughout for exam studies, when Ray Goff led Dawgs to the ultimate second-half destruction of the Gators.
—In 1980, in Manuel’s Tavern in Atlanta, when I missed Belue-to-Scott because I couldn’t stand to watch the final minute and headed to the head instead.
—In 1981, in Baltimore, Maryland, with a college friend, whose neighbors nearly called the cops on us because of all the barking we did when Herschel cut loose.
—In 1989, in a sports bar in Georgetown, when a Florida patron kept loudly begging the bartender for “a new offense” (he got his wish the following year).
—In 1997, at home in DC, when we finally beat Spurrier for the first (and at Florida, the last) time.
—In 2005, at a sports bar in Charlottesville, VA, when Joe T. caught a TD pass and we lost anyway.
—In 2008, in a hotel room in St. Kitt’s after a friend’s beach wedding, when the perfect weekend went horribly wrong.
—In 2009, on a Mediterranean honeymoon cruise, mooching off the incredibly expensive internet indulgence of a Florida fan who was occasionally getting live coverage from the CBS web site.
This year I’ll be watching from home in central California after a breakfast tailgate, but knowing that the next day at church I will encounter an entire family of Gainesville (the bad one) natives.
You cannot escape this game!
I can’t wait.
Actually, no
I haven’t served (though I got so far as passing an Air Force physical before my dream job opened up).
I spent many years traveling back and forth from GA to DC for work, then moved to the Emerald City itself, and eventually followed my now-wife (a native Georgian and Season Ticket Holder) to California. She does, however, work for the Navy.
With a better memory, could have probably conjured up some childhood tales of GA/FL from such exotic locales as Augusta, LaGrange, Rome, Gainesville (the good one) and Marietta. My father was in retail sales; I always said it was like being a military brat, except you never really went anywhere.
interesting
the phrase “the head” is almost exclusively used by military personnel/dependents
I can bake like a demon.
As long as we're looking at linguistic clues ...
I’d say Manuel’s coincides with the donkey in donkeydawg.
by NCT on Oct 29, 2011 9:58 AM EDT via iPhone app up reply actions
Huh
Must have picked it up from Sgt. Rock Comics as a child or something. I was born in an Army hospital, if that counts (my father was a draftee at the time), at Ft. Jackson near the blighted city of Columbia, SC.
Back from Vandy-land
LLC Ribs are in marinade, getting ready for the grill, 2 new handles of Jack Daniels, and 12 toasters (just in case). Ya’ll be safe down in the land of the enemy, drink and yell for those of us who aren’t there with you. I will make fun of Verne and the gang for all of ya’ll
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