Texas A and M and Baseball in No Particular Order gives us our blogpoll questions for the week:

Q1. Why your school? Did you go to school there? Were you legacy, did you pick it for academics, for the football team, the party reputation?

We picked the University of Florida because they paid us to go there. Hard to turn down ample beer money and the chance to pick up an English degree for free. We would have thought harder about the whole process of applying for college–only applied to two schools, both at the last second–but we were engrossed in talking brainy girls into having sex with us and in the completion of the eighth volume of our memoirs, Swindle, A Life More Ordinary, Volume 8: The Tampa Bay Years: A Cauldron of Unholy Loves Bubbles Around Me. Yeah, we were cool like that.

No legacy. No connections. Straight cash, homey.

Apply for more than two schools? We were too busy hanging out with him.

Q2. Name a player or two who had “THE GAME” against your school. I’m talking about a guy who simply dominated your team and all you could do was tip your cap and say, “Wow.”

Warrick Dunn, 1993-1996. Tackling him was a proposal that sat on someone’s desk for two weeks, got sent back to legal, went double back to HR, and finally floated into your inbox three months after your competitor beat you to the punch. Like trying to tackle a buzzing cursor on the green screen of the field. An indomitable player who kept getting up despite getting rocked on every play by defenders one and a half times his size. The mythos only intensified for us when his mother was killed in Lousiana. There he stood, tattooed with as much agony as life could hand out in a single blow, an improbably tiny football player saddled with all the bastard pain the world could slap on a single young man, improbably weathering it all despite crying every night for a year after it happened. One of the three or four times we’ve cried in our lives at a football game was watching him come off the field on the shoulders of FSU trainers in the Sugar Bowl–that’s how much we admired him. Also the only football player we’ve seen in real life who we couldn’t muster the guts to speak to.

Q3. There are games that I have no interest in but I watch simply to see a certain guy play. What players from this season do you do the same for?

Cop-out: Reggie Bush. But we also watch UAB games whenever they’re on, if only to watch the strapping Darrell Hackney stiff-arming linebackers and eating whole pizzas in a single bite on the sidelines. The Bill Brasky of college quarterbacks who, if there’s a merciful God in heaven, should have a better season next year.

We also will watch Texas for Henry Melton just to watch defenders eyeballs roll around the field after attempts to tackle him.

Q4. A few weeks ago we were asked who the best player to suit up for our school was. I’m curious who your favorite player to ever suit up for your school is? Certainly doesn’t have to be a superstar, or even a starter.

Our favorite player to ever suit up for the Florida Gators had to be the incomparable Lawrence Wright, the man who coined the term “If you’re not a Gator, you Gator bait.” You’ll hear the last bit corrected from time to time, but that’s really the way Lawrence said it. We loved him because he wore a Burger King crown on the floor of the Superdome following the NC game in the Superdome. We loved him because he knocked Joey Kent mongoloid in the ‘95 Tennessee game. We loved him because he wasn’t going to stick around long in the NFL and knew it. A college-peak player who knew exactly what he was.