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sadgator has recited the tale here many times...but because you asked so nicely...
It all started when sadgator decided to make an awesome weekend out of the 2013 Florida-Miami game...
Because none of sadgator’s buddies could attend, sadgator bribed mrs. sadgator (who could not give a rat’s ass less about Gator football, but graciously tolerates sadgator’s obsession with it) into a weekend at the Fort Lauderdale “W” hotel...
sadgator figured...hot chicks...big win..disco brunch by the pool on Sunday...heck, he might even get mrs. sadgator in the mood...what could possibly go wrong?!?!?
Before continuing with the story, it is important to note...
1. In the fall of 2013, mrs. sadgator was at her all time MILF hottest physical training shape...
2. As part of her training, mrs. sadgator regularly attended cardio-kick box class at the gym and saw herself as the female version of Bruce Lee (or Uma Thurman in Kill Bill)...
3. mrs. sadgator can be kinda bitchy and has very little tolerance for nonsense...
4. mrs. sadgator had not attended a “big” game since ‘95 Tennessee and does not understand proper “big” game etiquette...
5. sadgator should not have allowed mrs sadgator to consume a second mimosa in the parking lot before we entered “Joe Robbie.”
6. Our game tickets were, unfortunately, right on the line between the Miami fans and Florida fans (with Miami fans in the row directly in front of us).
Going into the stadium, the jawing and smack talk was the worst that sadgator had ever seen between two fan bases. mrs. sadgator, was immediately on edge, and sadgator could tell that he had made a terrible mistake in bringing her to the game before we even entered the gates...
The rap music, booze, and obnoxious behavior already had mrs. sadgator irritated...and then...
...Just before the end of the first quarter, Miami scores on a bomb (busted coverage by Marcus Maye), and a “delightfully” drunk Hispanic chick decides that it would be a good idea to stick her middle finger directly into mrs. sadgator’s face to make sure that mrs. sadgator had taken note of Miami’s successful play...
Before sadgator could even process the fact that we are now down 14-6, mrs. sadgator has taken the chick out with an impressive shot to the face and is wrestling the chick to the ground while the chick’s muscle shirt wearing boyfriend (or pimp) looks at sadgator with a “wtf are you going to do about this?” expression....
sadgator, noticing that ushers and security personnel have taken note of the melee, now grabs mrs. sadgator, pleading with her to let go of the chick’s hair and to calm down. As he bends down, sadgator catches a wad of spit from the Miami chick right in the face...meanwhile mrs. sadgator (who sadgator learns is, in fact, stronger than she looks) is punching sadgator in the face as he attempts to break up the fight...sadgator winds up having to bear hug mrs. sadgator until she calms down and the moment passes....
sadgator spent remainder of the first half (and part of the third quarter) in the second level concourse beer garden of “Joe Robbie” (which is actually quite lovely and peaceful during a game) pondering the meaning of life and marriage...
Meanwhile, mere hundreds of feet away, back inside stadium, Muschamp and his henchmen were intentionally dismantling and destroying the last remnants of the identity of the Gator Football program as sadgator knew it...
After the game, back at the “W,” an Incredibly intoxicated and inspired mrs. sadgator flirted with a hunky young bartender all afternoon (who somehow wound up with sadgator’s cell phone number and keep calling it for weeks afterward until he finally gave up) and then wound up passing out well before dinner...leaving sadgator to “watch” the hotel on-demand porn by himself in a sorry and sad attempt to forget the fact that we had lost the game...
sadgator seriously can’t wait for August 24...
