Screw Florida, I Quit

Do you know what it’s like to see your team lose two years in a row after reaching the Final Four?  Two excellent seasons full of promise and only to see it come to a crashing hault?  Losing to Joakim Noah and his disgusting antics on the court.  Getting crushed by the inside play of Richard and Horford.  Being proud that the Gators missed their initial shot, only to see them follow it up by stuffing the putback down all-the-while teabagging your big men?  It’s hideous.  It’s repulsive.  It’s enough to make me not want to write any more. 

I am crushed.  I am defeated.  I am hurt.  I am sulking and basking in sorrow. 

I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know what to say. 

Not once, but twice.

A mirror image of last year’s one-sided ass-kicking. 

It’s over, it’s done.  Give UCLA ten cracks at Florida, it would be a collective 100 point margin of victory for the Gators.  

I have lost all motivation.  I have lost all spirit.  My muse is gone. 

Just wanted to let you all know, because as my loyal supporters it is my duty to tell you the news. 

Thank you for being a part of my life the last few months and for allowing me to be a part of yours.  Maybe some day down the line, I’ll be able to return should something else inspire me, but for now, I have no further desire to write.  No more funny pictures of Joakim Noah, no more reasons why UCLA should win.  It’s gone, all gone.

Thank you once again.