I got a funny story for you guys: It was 2010 and I was a Freshman at UF. Anyway, it was the week before the UF-USF game in the Swamp when my dad told me and my girlfriend he was going to drive down and stay with us while he went to see some clients (he's a financial adviser) of his in Orlando. He also said he would go to the game with us as well. So, Friday comes and my dad arrives in Gainesville about 5PM, drops his stuff off, and then heads down to Orlando to meet one of his clients. He arrives back at our place around 3AM and tells us that his client served him "many" scotches during their "meeting". Needless to say he's hammered and goes to sleep. He wakes up the next morning with one of the worst hangovers in his life but for some reason still decides to go to the game with us for some reason. Now let me say, that is still the hottest Gator game I've been to before or after, so my dad was near the brink of puking his guts out and the heat didn't help. During halftime, I went to the concession to get him some nachos to maybe help him feel better, they were so bad that he took off running into the bathroom to throw up mercilessly. We found him four hours later in the car half conscious