I've read other fan's predictions for their teams for years.So I did a little drive by of Swamp Gas, and after showering the swamp slime off me, I parsed their score prediction thread to see what those lousy Gator bums are predicting for the game -
Out of 54 respondents, the consensus pick was Florida, 40 out of 54 voters, or 74% of voters, or about 3:1. The average final score prediction of all the posts was 25-23.
If we just take the 40 people picking Florida, the average score prediction was 27-20 for the Gators.
And if we take the 14 posters who picked Tennessee, the averaged score prediction was 31-17 for the Vols.
Seems like their fans are either convinced (barely) that Florida can eke out a win, or they're predicting Tennessee will double them up.
Now if you'll excuse me, I don't think one shower's enough to get the stink off.
Take some ponchosWife and I are headed down I-75 to Gainesville for our first experience in the swamp. Have heard all the horror stories some have posted on here, but we'll just have to take our chances. Plus, when you're 6'3" and 250+ lbs, people tend to leave you alone. Went to Baton Rouge last year and had a wonderful time. Here's hoping this trip turns out the same. After that we're heading on to Cocoa Beach for a few days. Go Vols!!!
I wondered how Tiffany and the family were doing.. prayers for her and you all.. y’all take careI mentioned in this thread last week about a possible transplant for my wife. We just had a zoom call with the team at USC Keck medical center, and it looks like she's going to be the world's first ever bladder transplant patient. There's some ground work to do, so it'll likely be a couple of months. I'm just mentioning, because we need folks who pray to be praying if you will.
Get help now!Also tonight is 100% Starfield. I said last week that the game felt antiseptic, and it still does feel that way, but it also gave me a lot of fun space guns to shoot dirty space pirates with, and then it gave me a space ship to shoot dirty space pirates with, and then it told me I could board their dirty space pirate ships and take them for myself, and after doing so a few times I realized that I had become a dirty space pirate, and now there's other people trying to shoot me and my dirty space pirate ship with their fun space guns.
But my gun is bigger. And dirtier. And space piratey-er.
I could write a dissertation on what I'd change about Starfield, but overall the "world" is sort of open and it's fine with you stumbling on things that are way out of your league, which I love because I view over-leveled enemies as sort of organic puzzle to solve - "how can I kill this thing and take its massively over-leveled weapon for myself earlier than I should have it?" And the game lets you do it. And then the game gives you ships and crews and outposts and housing and custom ships and why am I writing about this when I could be playing it?
That gives me PTSD. My oldest broke his arm really bad when he was 6 at an 8 a.m. soccer game on a Florida game day. Spent the day about 1 mile from the stadium at Children's hospital.My son has his very first soccer game ever this morning (he is 3). I've had a job where I've had to work weekends for the last 3 years. God came through and now I got a new job where I work 3 days a week, no weekends, JUST in time for football season!