“So, if you grew up in Knoxville, how in the heck did you end up a Florida fan? Did you go to the University of Florida?” I’ve been asked some version of this question so often that it practically haunts me in my sleep.
This is how.
About seven and a half years ago, my mom called me after school.
“You did it!!!!” she screamed into the phone.
“Umm, I did what?” I asked, a bit puzzled.
“You got the scholarship at Florida!!!!!” she screamed, upping her volume. My mother, like most mothers, had a knack for opening mail that was addressed to me.