There is no better feeling than returning from sunny Sandestin, Florida to a cold damp bluegrass. Things are even better when you have contracted some sort of funk while you were on vacation. No, I did not come in contact with any University of Florida cheerleaders, but if I would have, I am sure he would have been tested for all things sexually transmitted. Due to high volumes of alcohol, golf, and acting like idiots, I have been out of the UK, Trevor Lacey, Dominican basketball, or anything not pertaining to alcohol, golf, or acting like idiots loop.

In keeping with the tradition of making this post less than relevant, I am going to honor a group of people that a majority of you don’t know. None of them are super famous, none of them play a sport for a college team anymore, and none of them are worthy of me writing about unless they do something dumb. This week I am honoring a group of boys that I spent the last 120+ hours of my life with in a Ford 15 passenger van, on The Robert Trent Jones Golf Trail at Capitol Hill in Prattville, Alabama, in two condos in Sandestin , and in several establishments and restaurants throughout the voyage on a bachelor party weekend for my boy Mig.

We demonstrated the best of ourselves when we CONTEMPLATED stopping in Birmingham to do some volunteer work for tornado victims and we demonstrated the worst of ourselves for the remainder of the trip. We hollered and screamed, we drank and ate, and we laughed and cried. We did things we are not proud of and we did more things we are not proud of after we did other things we are not proud of.

It is a pleasure for me to name Mig, Marc, Kyle, Hud, Sully, Bordas, Paxton, Nate, JD, Patrick, Ryan, Tim, Rose, and yours truly, our TGR Lookers Of The Week! I hear the train a comin’, It’s rolling round the bend, And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when, I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin’ on… C! A! T! S!