My first sign of food-poisoning delirium was clicking on the hotel TV and seeing Florida State playing basketball. The second sign was the fact they were actually WINNING. By the time I saw there were real, live spectators in Leon Civic Center, I was checking myself into the hospital.

The ACC is gonna be crazy this year, and I can’t wait! Add in that Dook is sucking wind and you’ve got the mix for a topsy-turvy basketball season.

I reckon someone ought to keep his weblog running well past football season…

I grabbed breakfast at the airport before boarding my flight to San Diego. Bad idea. 🙂 The “Western Wrap” I purchased at the Green Leaf restaurant near the Southwest gates gave me no shortage of grief for the seven hours I spent on a plane today. Flat out laid me low. Only now am I feeling human again.

I recommend you steer clear of that place if you’re in a bind and need food before flying. Ugh.

Now it’s off to find some peanut butter and jelly for sandwiches. That’s about all I can stomach right now. For real.

Today is my wife Kelly’s birthday. Every day, I am reminded of how lucky I am to be her husband. In spite of the travel that’s been keeping us apart, we’ve grown closer in the past few months, laughing and working and parenting with increasing ease. Each day I respect her more.

Kelly is everything I could ever ask for in a wife, and more than I could imagine. I love you, sweetie!