Clearly you've never seen most of Jacksonville, particularly near the stadium. It's like mixture of Kosovo and Port-au-Prince. I may be speculating, but I'd bet the farm I'm correct.
The last time I went to the WLOCP (that’s not a white supremacist descriptor I hope), we parked in “Port-au-Prince.” Walking in, it was pretty calm, nobody but us Gators heading to the stadium. Walking out after a win over the Dawgs, the denizens were out in full force. The smoke from barbecue and
gange wafted through the air. The atmosphere was much like a street festival. Suddenly I realized that there were only about half a dozen of us Gator fans walking back to, hopefully our vehicles, amid the revelry. Every time a group would look up as we scurried past it felt like...
There was a definite Caribbean vibe to the neighborhood. It had a similar feel to the following clip and I’d swear an old guy drinking gin bade us farewell likewise...
Not confident in my ability to speak ‘Jive,’ I channeled my inner Otter and we made great haste. But the curious looks were as bad as it got and we departed Jacksonville a little more culturally astute than when we arrived. My son researched parking areas south of the stadium in the event that we would return one day. We have not yet.
I feel you sofla, I feel you.