The Sunshine State
After a short sleep and an early morning we got up and ready for the drive to Florida. In true southern fashion, we dined on grits for breakfast. Good times in Alabama with our new deep south friends. Still don't understand the hype around boiled peanuts.
Our 17th state capital, Tallahassee was buzzing for the football game between FSU and Boston College. Entering Tallahassee was straight out of a college movie. Streets lined with frat houses; massive greek symbols above the doors, couches littered throughout the yard, large trucks parked up on the curve. All the boys fueled the stereotype with their burgundy hats, black t-shirts, khaki shorts and Birkenstock sandals.
Every square foot of lawn, parking lots and parks were filled with FSU fans tailgating in preparation for the game; barbeques smoking, footballs flying and beer flowing.
We met with Ashley who had arranged some tickets to the game. Ashley is in her second year of law school at FSU. She enjoys justice, driving long distances and greyhound racing in Tampa Bay.
After dropping off our stuff at her house, we got ready for the game. The three of us toured the parties, barbeques and other festivities around the university then headed for the stadium. Imagine 80,000 screaming fans that live and breath the garnet and gold of the Florida State Seminoles. Combined with a 200 hundred person marching band, 85 degree heat, and national media the stage was set.
The game was intense with an exciting comeback by FSU in the closing minutes. However, after a close call at the final seconds of the game Boston College came out on top. Even without FSU winning, the game was amazing and a good lesson of the insanity of College football culture in the south.
Our 17th state capital, Tallahassee was buzzing for the football game between FSU and Boston College. Entering Tallahassee was straight out of a college movie. Streets lined with frat houses; massive greek symbols above the doors, couches littered throughout the yard, large trucks parked up on the curve. All the boys fueled the stereotype with their burgundy hats, black t-shirts, khaki shorts and Birkenstock sandals.
Every square foot of lawn, parking lots and parks were filled with FSU fans tailgating in preparation for the game; barbeques smoking, footballs flying and beer flowing.
We met with Ashley who had arranged some tickets to the game. Ashley is in her second year of law school at FSU. She enjoys justice, driving long distances and greyhound racing in Tampa Bay.
After dropping off our stuff at her house, we got ready for the game. The three of us toured the parties, barbeques and other festivities around the university then headed for the stadium. Imagine 80,000 screaming fans that live and breath the garnet and gold of the Florida State Seminoles. Combined with a 200 hundred person marching band, 85 degree heat, and national media the stage was set.
The game was intense with an exciting comeback by FSU in the closing minutes. However, after a close call at the final seconds of the game Boston College came out on top. Even without FSU winning, the game was amazing and a good lesson of the insanity of College football culture in the south.







