Anyone who visits this site knows that I am a Gator through and through.  I AM A GATOR.  I bleed orange and blue.  I have repeatedly stated that choosing to attend the University of Florida was the best decision I ever made for my life.

Ever.

With that said, I was understandably heartbroken on Saturday.  Was I just upset because we lost? Absolutely not.  I was devastated by the manner in which we (yes, I said we) lost the game.  It was disgusting.  But if anyone thinks that will turn me away from my Gators, they got another thing coming.  Seriously.  If nothing else, I’m sad for Tim Tebow.  This is it for him.  This is the end of his college career and his team let him, and the Gator Nation, down that day.

While I do not believe anyone who was not on that field should cry, I was really, really, really hurt that night.  I hung up on one of my cousins and ignored a phone call from a friend (Alabama alum).  I then took to Facebook and warned everyone that if they posted a nasty comment on my wall, I would delete them.  I do not regret that and do not intend to take that down.  I even went so far as to delete at least three people who were talking shit in their statuses.  These people did not even go to Alabama!  The only team I wish to see lose ever is the stupid New England Patriots.  I revel in all of their losses.  If they perform poorly, my favorite team, the Indianapolis Colts, have an easier road to travel.  But these kids?  Some of them are stupid Georgia students who are just bitter.  And that?  I cannot abide by.

In closing, I love my Gators.  Yes, we lost, but we’ll get a good bowl game and move on.  If nothing else, this is a lesson for us.  We have been spoiled by wins.  We haven’t experienced pain like this since the Dark Years (when Zook was the coach).  Some students don’t even know about that!  They have experienced 4 championships in 2 sports during their time at Florida.  They have no idea how bad it can get.  But I know.  Some of my friends know.  And we’re ready.

We are all strong for old Florida.  In all sorts of weather, we all stick together… for F-L-O-R-I-D-A.