My annual weakness kicks into high gear tomorrow. I, like so many red-blooded males in the south, highly enjoy college football. In my case, Florida Gator football, my alma mater. "Enjoy" really isn't the word for it though, because for many it's borderline obsession. If you don't understand, then you've never sat inside a stadium with 85,000 friends hoping against hope that your team wins.

A few years ago if there was a 12-step group called NCAA-Anonymous, I would have been there. This season (this is now becoming a confessional) I am attempting to go through an entire season without swearing at the TV or going on a rampage when the Gators lose. (Pray for me, because the Gators have a new coach and have probably the most difficult schedule in the nation this year). In two Saturdays, I will have my first real test - Miami vs. Florida in the Swamp. Oh Lord Jesus, help me.