"Gainesville know what I'm talkin' 'bout"

Tonight, I will make my first ever trip to Gainesville, FL, the home of the academic bastion known s the University of Florida (OK, they've got some good programs...).

U of F, though, is one of those Florida schools mainly known for sports, and, a few years ago, after winning the basketball national championship, their star player had this to say:



I have no idea what he's talking about. And since, after dinner tonight, I am unlikely to leave my hotel room, I doubt I will get the answer (not sure I want to know anyway).

That said, if there's a t-shirt that says "I went big in Gainesville," I'm buying it.

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