- Circa early 2000s frat shag coming in nicely. Feel like I'm ready for an 8:00am Kegs n' Eggs before a scorching hot, September noon game for which half the tailgate won't even make it inside.
- Going to be weird not seeing the towers on the skyline when I walk out to the backyard. Still get a jolt of nostalgia every time I see them. Think there were only 4 or 5 floors of males when we lived there. Fun times.
- Having the (original) Sigma Chi house just a few steps away also helped. When it came to fraternity houses, we were the Deltas to the Delts' and SAEs' Omegas. Just an absolute dump, but that allowed us to basically get away with anything. Almost. Okay, enough college reminiscing for today.
- What's up with these people on Twitter and elsewhere doing the "You know the real reason MJ left the NBA for a time . . .," as if they're the first to know about the gambling? Yeah, we've heard, fella, it's only been talked about for 25 years.
- I love the trash talking and looking down on our SEC FOOTBALL team, and from the SEC Network, no less. I like to imagine Stoops fuels the fire on a healthy dose of bourbon and disrespect in equal parts.
- I agree with Century: I believe literally nothing about the basketball team anymore except what I see on the court with my own eyes. That's it.
- Dad/yacht rock is a lot of my jam these days, but last night was feeling a little saucy and threw on some rap music. I sometimes forget until I hear him again just how great Dwayne Carter, Jr. is at the game.
- We started Outer Banks last night. Very first scene is a dude slamming a PBR, could tell right away I was going to like it. Nice escape that's really reminding me I need some salt air.
