So, I'm sitting at my house waiting for an old friend to come pick me up so the two of us can go watch his Noles play a football game against North Carolina State. I've agreed to go see our (the Gators, of course) little brothers play because I want to see this Jameis boy.
Famous Jameis, they called him. All season I've been laying back in the cut, just waiting for an opportunity to call him FayMiss JayMiss.
Didn't happen yesterday either. The boy is genuinely impressive. And thicker in the lower body than I thought. Definitely an elite athlete.
But, waiting at my house, I had a decision to make. My feet have been killing me; really, not my feet. My left foot. And not really the whole foot, mostly the ball of my left foot.
So . . . what shoes am I going to wear? Looking back in hindsight, it was a no-brainer. I should have chosen my ASICS running shoes. However, brain cramps happen and boy, oh boy, did I have a big one. I chose these heavy-duty monsters:
Yeah, that's right.
And, to prove for the 50-11th time that God has a sense of humor, I had forgotten that my friend has a departmental parking spot at the Capitol that he likes to use on gamedays. This meant we had to walk from the Capitol all the way down to Ron Zook Field (these mustard-and-ketchup Noles still call it Doak Campbell Stadium for some crazy-all reason).
Um, that's right at 1.5 miles y'all.
Yeah, that's right.
And yep, it was something of a disaster. But I soldiered on without complaint. It really was more of an annoyance than anything. The game, though? That was a disaster. FSU toyed with NCSU. It was 35-zip at the end of the first quarter and it very nearly was 42-zip. I don't know what their record is for most points in a quarter but we either witnessed it or came damn close.
So we left at halftime.
And the annoying adventure began again. With one difference. Florida's Capitol sits on a hill, so the walk to the stadium was downhill or flatland all the way. Reversing this meant the last half-mile would be a pretty good walk uphill for a Floridian who thinks any upturn in land is a damn hill. And, my friend is something of a health nut, so we're walking at a pretty good clip.
You should have seen Fat Daddy (yes, that would be me) huffing and puffing on the back steps of the Capitol.
But I successfully soldiered on without complaint. And when I got home all I could think as I blissfully untied my shoes was one thing, and one thing only . . . damn, these Timberland's are heavy as hell !!!
Still, it was good to get out on a glorious, sunsplashed Saturday. And I love watching a football game in the stadium, modern inconveniences (which mostly aren't real inconveniences) and all. The ball of my foot aches this morning but no more than it has for a few years now. So all is good. Florida-Georgia Week looms. Go Gators!