Friday night after work we flew down to Florida so J could attend his first ever Florida Gator game. And while some people may think it's just football, for my dad and me it's something more. For as long as I can remember, my dad and I have been watching and attending games together. When I was really little, our game nights consisted of 'popcorn and fruit juice' (fruit juice being an icy mixture of Five Alive frozen drink mix) and as I got older, watching the games on television gave way to going to games.
It didn't take long for me to realize that Florida Field, or The Swamp, was going to be one of my favorite places in the world. And over the years, that feeling has only grown stronger. It's quite possibly the only place where I can just let go and forget everything besides here and now. The same applies for my dad - it's obvious from the moment we set foot in the stadium.
Hopefully J will start to catch the bug, to really understand what it is I'm talking about. I think after his first game he's one step closer. Because no matter what, a bad day at The Swamp is better than a great day anywhere else.
Back tomorrow with a recipe for something you've probably had dozens of times but have never tried to make at home!