OK, fellow MGoBloggites, you might be drinkin' alone on a Friday, and you might be drinkin' alone on a Saturday, but it takes the hardcore (or those who have a sweet sweet federal holiday on Presidents' Day) to be drinkin' alone on a Sunday. Who's with me? One rum'n'Coke wasn't good enough, so I went for two, and damn if there's anything finer than gettin' drunk on rum and coke on Sunday night during the last twenty laps of the Daytona 500. I might just have a third. Who's with me? Bet nobody.
"It's not about last year or who's here or who's isn't here," says your head coach. "It's about getting out here and competing and seeing who is here, and that's where we're gonna go."