Mac's got a tough enough job already without all this nostalgia for stuff that's long gone.

Christmas, my birthday and March Madness in Vegas all rolled into one nifty package.  I hated him while he was gone, but he's back and being a Gator just got a little more interesting and entertaining.

The Cock-'Skins days are over and I'm damn glad of it. We ought not to speak of them again unless someone else has the incredibly bad manners to do so first.