T, You need to give that man a son. Not just poor Jack, but an innocent he can manipulate and corrupt until the child bleeds hideous orange and blue. A boy who will do the Bigman's jockstrap proud.
WOOOOOOTTTT.. Florida homepage on the poet blogosphere!
Just a word of caution. When I was growing up my dad, like Biggy, wanted nothing more than for me to play college ball. I worked hard and obtained the coveted scholarship --- to University of Florida, no less. It was the most miserable year of my life. The next year I transferred back home to LSU. My 2 years at LSU were no different. Unfortunately team politics and inappropriate behavior of coaches colored my college ball experience. I was subjected to both "voluntary" (mandatory) bible studies and to the wrath of a coach who lost it from time to time because she had to share our shortstop with our second baseman.
C'mon Trisha, don't harsh the dream!
Oops, I didn't intend to be so Debbie Downer-ish. There are, of course, many positive aspects of team sports. Go Biggy. Go Lo. Just go with eyes wide-open, that's all.
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