I feel like a simple blog does not suffice for the intensity of the Kentucky game Saturday.

So here.

Now that you’re in the mood and whatnot, we can talk sports.

I consider myself a true Carolina fan. I’m not the kind of person who paints my body in the freezing cold or can tell you the score of this game in this year, but I’d say I’m above average in this particular department. At least, better than the average girl who considers fighting for a machine at the gym “sports.”

But when I entered the bottom of Williams-Brice Stadium the other day, it hit me. I’m a fish out of water here. Seriously out of my element. And as I sat front row facing Spurrier himself, I wondered if this was my initiation. Like, am I a true fan now? The real deal?

Well, we can only hope that the end of 2010 indicates the end of severely embarrassing defeats and questionable mistakes from the G-cocks. I became so fed up watching the overthrows and overthinking that I formulated my own New Year’s resolutions for the team. Optimistically thinking, these goals will surpass the typical life expectancy for resolutions and transfer into next season.

Kyle Parker hung his head in disappointment, Dabo almost left the field, and Tiger fans poured more and more mini bottles into their drinks in misery. That’s just the way we like it.

Remember the awkward middle-school-sport era when coaches would make you stop scoring if you were winning by too much? “It hurts the other team’s feelings.”

Let’s just say Spurrier is not one of those coaches. On Saturday the Gamecocks brutally stomped the Trojans into that pretty green field called Williams Brice. And they didn’t let up till the refs called game. Sorry we’re not sorry.

We thought it was over right when it began. We thought it was another one of those games. It was a “go, fight, win, kick…well, shit” kind of kick off. And as Florida took the ball and sprinted towards an inevitable touchdown, we turned our heads in not-so-unusual shame. But this time, it was Florida that got a little too cocky.