I got dirt in my eye.

I am not good with the words and I may get my man card pulled for it, but here goes nothing.

I am what I would consider a “Guys guy”. I have like no tolerance for crying, show very little emotions towards anything….well other than the Gators, Bucs and my two girls, and have a distain for any guy that says “my wife/girlfriend loves that I am in touch with my feminine side”. Little does she know he really likes the peter. Sorry back to the point. I laughed at the movie Titanic, got mad at my wife for crying over a relative dying (it was distant she was being crazy), and almost fought a guy once because he kept wanting to tell me about his feelings.

All that is why I find it really difficult to understand the feelings I am having because one of the Five Guys is moving out of state for employment opportunities. I am overwhelmingly happy for GF because the opportunity is amazing, yet I can’t get over this nagging depressed feeling I have that he will be thousands of miles away.

He’s the guy that I can text almost any day of the week and he will make himself available for lunch (with beers) even if he has to re-arrange his schedule. He drinks beer with me at 7 in the morning at Bucs training camp with other fans (including our own friends) looking at us like drunk degenerates. He will hang even after being turned down at bungee jumping because we had been over served, and walk the Vegas strip for 4 hours looking for a burrito only to be turned down time and again, but GF was with me till the end. By the way I still don’t understand how you can be too drunk to bungee jump but I digress. Same trip, and maybe even same night, has bought two 40s with me to walk what looked like a very short distance from Rio to Harrah’s because….well because it sounded cool. It was not short so we ran out of beer and I have a tiny bladder, but who cares we had a blast. He was there to watch the sunrise with me in Biloxi Mississippi, Joshua Tree National Forest and some others. These two are just the most memorable because they were preceded by a night of being poured into a cab 20 minutes before the sunrise, unable to form words that would be understood in any language, but righting the ship in time to see the marvelous site from the hot tub of the Grand Hotel with cocktail in hand. The other was after spending the night sleeping with coyotes, literally, and waking to see the sun rise over the California desert.

I could go on and on as there are thousands more stories like these, and they are all just as great and funny. They are though, my “Guys Guy” way of trying to use humor to distract from this unusual and very unsettling situation for me. My wife would say it's nice to see your human, but you can keep this having feelings crap. My point is GF has been there for almost every memorable moment in my life, the great ones, like the ones listed above, and some not so great ones. He is a true friend for life, and thousands of miles won’t change anything, but I am going to miss the hell out of him. At least we all have a place to go skiing. Okay enough of this girly sh1t. GO GATORS!!!!!