Somewhere my parents are cringing. My Alma Mater, the University of Miami, was named by the illustrious and often sticky-paged,
Playboy Magazine, as the nation's top party school. (According to
Reuters) I'll admit, there are worse places to go to school for four years. While my northern-loving friends studied for exams huddled around space heaters in their dorms, I was on the beach debating whether or not I wanted to swim, surf, or study. (A quick glance of my GPA will reveal which of those I chose.) Criteria for selection included, campus life, sports, sex, academics, and "bikini". For a full list,
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I pass the torch to you, my friend.
Being an ASU grad, I had to carry it for many years.
Gladly accepted Tim ... though I'm a bit too drunk to hold on to it.
Pfft. And you got on me for telling everyone to go out and party on the radio show Echo. Today, truly it is great to be a Miami Hurricane.
Cleet,
I remember that well. Of course, I was more concerned about getting fired by the station, or getting in trouble with our Coach, then you actually telling people to go out and party. But, if I remember correctly, your apology after the commercial break was sufficient.