Regret nothing, dive in, and enjoy Holly's Yahoo! column on Baton Rouge and the sights and sounds offered therein. We'll be in Nashville this weekend, but our hearts and a good chunk of our liver will be in Baton Rouge, which after our baptism last year remains our favorite place to be called "a fucking faggot" for wearing Florida gear.
Just make sure you get the bus driver free and clear of the bus before you tip Saban over. He's just picking up a paycheck, and has nothing to do with this.
Our dream of batter-frying our cellphone remains alive, so next year we'll have to do it again.