Ok, the Gators lost today. Big. Really big. Here's the away message I displayed on AIM following the game: "In times like this, some people cry in their beds, others go get drunk, and others watch a guy from their hometown smack the crap out of a little English boy!" Thanks to Roy Jones, Jr. and my fifteen peers who barbequed and watched Pensacola's master boxer display his greatness with vicious punches to a British boy's head, I'm recovered from portal to human misery that was today's Florida-Miami game.