Stop pretending. Stop it right now. If there’s one thing you can do for yourself and others this coming new year, I need you to stop pretending.
I’ve come across plenty of interesting athletes in four and a half years working at the Alligator, but one stands far above the rest.
This was an excellent year to be a Republican and/or a fan of sludge.
This year started off in memorable fashion with the president’s State of the Union address, in which he notably criticized the Supreme Court and got a round of applause for disrespecting the judicial branch. The government fighting like children was a running theme of the year.
Usually during this time of year, we’re talking about Florida in the SEC Championship game.
It’s been a tragic week for the United States, and all of us should be mourning the events that have occurred.
College football’s bowl season is almost upon us, and my emotions are mixed to say the least.
I have a confession to make, and it’s not going to be easy. I’ve carried this burden for many years, and I’m not quite sure how to just bare it for all to see. I’m told confession is cathartic, so here goes: I don’t like Christmas music.
Ever since Florida’s season started falling apart in early October, I’ve been waiting for an old-fashioned press conference blowup.
There are a lot of important things going on in the world right now. WikiLeaks reared its ugly head back into the national spotlight with the release of diplomatic cables and a lot of juicy gossip.
Some day, you just might thank the ’Noles for that spanking they laid on your Gators last weekend.
WikiLeaks spewed out a bunch of classified American diplomatic documents this week, and it was disheartening to learn that what passes for statecraft these days could easily be mistaken for a worldly version of Us Weekly.
TALLAHASSEE — You think you’re heartbroken by Florida’s disappointing season? What you are feeling is nothing compared to one person’s attitude right now.
In the words of the lyrics sung by Kenny Rogers, “You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em.”
I see them out sometimes, and sometimes in class the next day. Bodies dry, withered and hated. Revelry at late night hours in 40-watt splendor. Sloppy and slippery moral codes bound to the most basic human needs.
When I was accepted to UF (after being rejected four times), I yelled. That's how excited I was.
Like classes this week, we have decided to keep this edition of the alligatorSports Brand Picks Column short.
Since I began writing this column at the beginning of the year, I’ve had a few regrets.
Now that whining politicians and journalists have bravely taken a stand against the malt energy phenomenon known as Four Loko, maybe they can now turn their sights to another powerful combination that can be hazardous to those who imbibe it in too-large doses.
This blowout win was exactly what the Gators needed.
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