Chasing The Jaguars/ Glory Road II

CRACKER SWAMP ROAD - Oh yeah, Florida Back Country, I love it.

I see him and know he's my guy.  An older gentleman, buying a case of Bush light.  BINGO!

Excuse me sir, maybe you can help me out.  My buddy and I have been driving all over the place, Jax Beach myself, in search of a good bar... lounge... you know-  a good place, trying to find the Jags game.  Rumor has it there's one of those places around here.

He smiles.  A Good Ole Boy smile. He's good people, as they say in the south.

Son, what you're looking for is the Desert Eagle Lounge.  Bout' five miles that way.

We shake, nod, the obilgatory Southern gesture, and part our ways. 

I'm back out in the parking lot and see Private stirring us up a couple good ones in the back of the CRV.

Our CRV's, side by side.  Great Cars, and still butch enough to hang in the backwoods.

Private, I'm on it!  Desert Eagle Lounge, baby!

Private smiles and nods. I hop in the hot seat (driver's seat) , ready to rock.

Wait.  Where are we?

Southern Bunnel.  Just past Hastings, and an elbow's right of St. A.  On the hunt for a Jags Game.  It's good ole boy country.  We've got two bevs of JB and coke in the cockpit and on a mission to catch this fucker live on T.V.

To the Desert Eagle we go!

Rumor has it you can score one around these parts.  There's blackouts and there's blackouts, and then there's good backcountry.  Rumor is around these parts they still get Orlando Affiliate stations.   Rumor is one of these places got em'.

So we drive.  Now we've already been to at least 10 backcountry bars on this particuliar mission and still no dice.  So we drive some more, and keep asking.  (In retrospect it would of been cheaper (gas, booze and all in mind) to actually go to the game, but we HAD URGENT BUSINESS IN THE SOUTH, and this is the way it brokedown.

Desert Eagle Lounge. 

Great Place. I love it.  An old biker bar just off U.S. 1.  Smokey, seedey and perfect.  But no Jags.  Shit!

We ask around a bit and then hunt some more.  Just before halftime I SEE IT.

Fuck it Private- this is good enough!

We pull off U.S. 1 onto an old country road.  Before us is an old High School football field.  To the right is some kind of manufacturing plant.  Good Enough.

Go Jags! And Imagination! They're not kidding when they say it's a blackout everywhere.  But sometimes... the little things are even better

Well Buddy, looks like this will have to do. 

We smile, drink, listen to the Jags Game on the radio, and watch the old abandon football field before us- Goal Posts and all and our imaginations working full blast as Maurice Jones Drew barrels through the line of scrimmage.

At this point it's Jags 3 and Cardinals 10.  Mas o menos.

Good Enough.  The hunt ends here.  Just outside of Daytona and in the middle of nowhere we take a long pull of the cocktails and smile.

Beggers can't be choosers.

You know, Private, I just realized... in a way... this is Glory Road II. (See August Post- Glory Road).  But it's kinda the complete opposite.   Out there in that empty field is our whole lives, only now, I love the possibilities.  Glory Road II.

Private laughs and appreciates the irony.

Go Jags!

Go Jags!

We cheer and laugh, staring out at the empty, abandoned Football field.

Our cups of JB and coke meet.

And sometimes, good enough is good enough.

Especially for Jag Fans.

 Trevor "Private" Gibson.

Nice Cock You Got There Buddy.

DISCLAIMER/ ADVICE:  DON'T TRY THIS HUNT WITHOUT A GOOD GUIDE AND A GOOD OLE BOY, HIMSELF.

Thanks Old Friend.