That Gaffney game was the one where I realized that it was just a game. I was just out of college and almost swung at my Dad, who is the epitome of an obnoxious Gator fan (he's the guy who always loved Spurrier because he ticked off the TN fans).
Realized that I loved my father a whole lot more than football, and that there were more important things in life. Redecorated the room, took down framed autograph pictures and just lived through my own success and failures, not those of a game (though I'm not critical of those who do).
The last 3 years were spent in more of a state of bewildered amusement and shaking of the head with annoyed chuckles.