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This reporter had this to say about J-ville....

By Tony Kornheiser, Washington Post
Wednesday, January 26, 2005; Page D01
Right after Chad Lewis caught that touchdown pass with about four minutes to go, the touchdown that cemented the victory and ensured the Philadelphia Eagles would be in the Super Bowl, some guy in the stands joyfully held up a sign that said, "We're Going To Jacksonville."
And I thought: What on earth is second prize? You have to build there?
How did Jacksonville get the Super Bowl? What, Tuscaloosa was booked?
If going to Jacksonville for a week is the reward New England and Philadelphia get for being the best teams in the NFL this year, Peyton Manning ought to be happy he didn't get there. Imagine how Manning would have felt, having to play all year in Indianapolis, and then landing in Jacksonville? Which gods would he have offended to get that killer quinella?
The NFL must see itself as handing out some sort of charity when it awards the Super Bowl to any place other than New Orleans, Miami and Southern California. Because, believe me, nobody wants the game to be anywhere but there. So when the NFL insists on putting it in outposts like Detroit, Houston or Minneapolis, people ask, "Are you guys nuts?" But when you pick Jacksonville, people are agape and say, "Who in Jacksonville has a photo of Tagliabue with a goat?"
At least these other places are big cities, with some history and a longtime affiliation with the NFL, as opposed to Jacksonville, which has now been in the league for about 15 minutes. Detroit is where American cars are made, and where Motown music originated. Minneapolis-St. Paul is the home of 3M and General Mills. Houston is the home of NASA, and, thanks to Enron, the gold standard in white-collar corporate crime. Jacksonville is what? (I'm just taking a shot here, Tony, a dump? No. Cut that out. It's a 'Ville! The only good 'Ville is a Coupe de Ville.)
Have you ever been to Tampa? It's heaven, if you like Waffle Houses.
Jacksonville makes Tampa look like Paris!
Jacksonville has this one great thing, the TPC course with the island green on No. 17. (Which is actually in Ponte Vedra.) And the rest of it can be described with this phrase, "Welcome to Hooters."
People in Jacksonville will be very upset with this piece. They will say it's a cheap shot by an effete Northerner who didn't want to be the 28th person on his own paper to write about how great and smart and handsome Tom Brady is. (Which is true, but come on, we kid because we love.) They will yell and scream that their city is hardly a backwater -- it's the 14th largest city by population in the country! Yes, and that's because it's the largest city by area by far. It's an octopus. It's 840 square miles! It takes in almost all of northeast Florida. If Jacksonville annexes all of southern Georgia, it could maybe crack the population top 10.
The NFL will tell you Jacksonville is a warm-weather site because it's in Florida. But Jacksonville is barely in Florida. It gets cold in Jacksonville. Yesterday morning, the low was 31 degrees. That's below freezing, boys and girls. That's cold enough that you need to keep the space heater turned on in the double-wide. And Jacksonville is 20 miles from the beach. Jacksonville is one of the smallest and most remote stops in the NFL. Green Bay is smaller and more remote. But Green Bay has Lombardi, Starr, Favre and the frozen tundra. Jacksonville has a Dairy Queen.
Jacksonville may be in Florida technically. But this isn't South Beach, gang. It isn't the home of Gloria Estefan, Enrique Iglesias and Luther Campbell. Jacksonville is where Pat Boone was born (sometime around the Martin Van Buren presidency), and where the Southern hair band .38 Special got together. Somehow it doesn't sound like hip-hop. It's more like I-Hop.
My friend Tony Reali, "Stat Boy" on the "PTI" show, flew to Jacksonville a few months ago to emcee some dopey trivia contest. And when he walked off the plane, he got a whiff of something that almost brought him to his knees -- it was Jacksonville -- and he made the not uncommon observation, "This place smells."
"I am from Staten Island, and I have lived in New Jersey," Reali explained. "I know bad smells. This was right below Secaucus."
Not as bad as Staten Island?
"Nothing approaches Staten Island," Reali said with conviction.
The next day, while appearing on a national radio show with Dan Le Batard of the Miami Herald, Reali announced, "Jacksonville stinks," and asked Le Batard if it smelled that bad in Miami.
My friend Mike Freeman, who used to work here at The Post and now writes a column in Jacksonville, heard the show and went wild. He called Reali "Stat Jerk" and "Stat Punk," and chided him for slandering fair Jacksonville (named for Andrew Jackson, who, by the way, never actually set foot in it -- he was probably waiting on the beach). In his column Freeman said Reali's salvo was probably the first of many that would be fired at Jacksonville now that it was getting ready to host the Super Bowl.
Get used to it, brothers and sisters, Freeman wrote, this is what they're all going to do.
Brady, table for five. Brady, table for five. Welcome to Applebee's. Eatin' good. In the neighborhood.
Yikes!

So it’s Monday and lord have merci it is a bad one! I should 1st start by telling you about my weekend. Friday tyy and me. Go out to this bar. We have a beer then we go to another bar, where I see unnamed flava’s dad, which sucked but whatever, so we are bar hopping at the beach, we go to a few more bars see the stripper from last weekend who was trying to hit on me and he is gross and I wouldn’t talk to him. But that is not the fun part of the night oh though at the same club after being mauled by the stripper this psycho proceeds to tell me what he could do to me very explicated, he was scary. So we leave their and are going to go back to the orginal bar that we started at, we are walking through the parking lot and this guy is beating the crap out of this girl and Tyy. Starts tripping wanting to help the girl and he was a pretty big guy and it was just me and her and so anyway we get in the car and drive around to where they are and tell her that if she wants help to get in the car. So she is trying to get in the car and he won’t let her so we start to get out of the car and he runs off. So now we have this girl in the car with us, who just so happens to live in Georgia, yes the next state over, so we are like great. Now we have a strange girl that lives in another states that was getting the crap kicked out of her in the parking lot in our car and we told her we would get her home. So we go to the bar have a beer then we go to D.’s house where I have no clue what happened to me, but I had 5 beers total and was wasted throwing up and passing out in the parking lot, it was bad, these guys that came to pick up the girl, were carrying me into d.’s house. I don’t know it was a crazy crazy night. So I am currently in a dilemma as to what to do with unnamed flava as I believe that he may be converted into a Boody call, but not sure if he can follow the rules or not. We shall see.

Sometimes a satisfying lie can do more good than the awful truth.
-Unknown...

However I never Lie regardless of the outcome.... which stinks sometimes... that saying "what they don't know can't hurt them" If I would just follow that but NO not me I have to tell...... yup I do occasionally have the I-D-10-T error...... silly me!

So Single life is great, I am a little concerned as to how this will go for me, but I am sure that I can work it out. I may have to take the M up on his invite that was extended a few weeks ago when I was involved. This weekend was rather interesting, Friday I went out. First R. and H. went with me to this Lesbian bar to watch bisa’s woman sing in a contest, which she won by the way $800.00 doesn’t that rock! And that was interesting, poor little H. was hit on by this Shrek looking creature. Very funny! Hanging out with the Lesbians is weird as first of all I am not a big fan of women I prefer to hang out with men (even if they act like women) so hanging out with all these women at one time is a little overwhelming then you feel like they are looking at you funny like “who is that straight girl” I don’t know, just weird.
Haven’t talked to unnamed flava since the break up, However he has the charger to the phone and I really need it since I gave it to my brother. God love my brother he saved me $250.00 by taking that stupid phone, I could just kick myself for that, but it all works out. And I will not make that mistake again.
Yup I think I will text the M. today, I could use a little “hump day”

I am slightly concerned with being advised of a one certain person who just so happens to be Mexicans Hooded turtle, didn't want to know that, but I do so I thought I would make everyone else know it too! sorry ladies and gents that is just how it works..

So Bush is taking the oath again today, glory glory four more years of ****! More people should really go vote, everyone wants to complain but when it comes time for action no one takes any, so I tell them to shut up!

Oh my, I am so tired. Emma had a fever of 105.2 and was up at 3am not wanting to go back so sleep she is just miserable feeling....
Single life is wonderful, I went out this weekend with no guilt!!! yea me!!!

update more later gotta work!

Quote of the Day:

"We have to learn to give ourselves a break, and others too. This doesn't mean we lower our standards or put up with poor behavior, but it does mean we increase our perspective about small stuff." - Unknown

some thing in my life may be changing very soon, once I know for sure I will update... lets just say I had a bad weekend, well not the whole weekend but one portion....

bisa sang shot through the heart by Bon Jovi and said "sarah gives love a bad name" she is sooooo evil!!! but I love her anyway...

Sarah and her Bevins MISS you CATINA!!!!!! come home..... come home.... oh we miss you........ sooooo much.........

So yesterday was a weird day. I received a text message from an old fling, which wasn’t to out of the ordinary as we still talk every once in while.. however he proceeded to hint towards a booty call, which was strange as that hasn’t been done since June, so I didn’t know how to say um.. I have a boyfriend now… anyway that was strange..

Also Bevins informed me that we have “made out” , So I said and when did this “make out session” take place as I have no recollection. He informed me he was hurt and applied no additional details…. BEVINS JUST WISHES, that is all….. He proved that on New Year’s Eve, when I received a very derogatory voicemail, about what he was going to do to me. BAD bevins!

My unnamed flava is so sweet, I got a flat tire and he changed it, and he wants me to drive his car so that I am not driving on a donut, but I am getting the tire fixed today so that is not necessary.
I am yucky feeling today, I hate this day of the month.

Men are very strange creatures! I think they are the confusing ones... Everyone always says woman are confusing....... HA!!!! Its men that are dumb and make no sense at all!!!

Quote of the day:
An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.
Bill Vaughan

The holidays have been ok. Worse than I expected in some ways, but better in others. Unnamed flava and I are moving along nicely. He actually said to me the other night, “you know your name with be Sarah *****” and I was just like well I never really thought about it. But I guess if we get married that would be the case.

I haven’t updated in a while, so lets go back to my birthday. We (my co-workers and a few additional gaybies) go to have drinks and unnamed flava joins us. And I guess since dirty talk never tends to bother me, I don’t expect it to bother anyone else, well bevins and Catina had a little bit to drink and they all starting talking a little dirty which upset unnamed flava. He thought it was disrespectful or whatever.

So the next morning he proceeds to tell that he is upset that I didn’t tell them to stop. But I was laughing to hard to tell them to stop. But whatever. He was mad and he went to work, now this is my birthday mind you. So I am mad all day, then he comes home from work and apologizes, so everything was okay, AND he apologized without me telling him that I was upset.
Christmas was good. The baby daddy was here and that wasn’t so cool. But he hung out with the kids and all was well.