An Epic Battle of College Pride Between Two Bartenders with Iron-Clad Allegiances

Florida State Seminoles fan VS Florida Gators enthusiast

In the heart of New Smyrna Beach, at the iconic Peanuts Sports Bar and Grill, a rivalry was born. It wasn’t just any rivalry; it was an epic battle of college pride between two bartenders with iron-clad allegiances. On one side was me, Bobby G, a die-hard Florida State Seminoles fan, and on the other, Jimmy Wolfer, an equally passionate Florida Gators enthusiast. It was a bet but not the usual. It was based on public humiliation, not money, just a way of making the loser really feel the sting and shame that burns deep and ups the ante every year.

The Bet

The stakes were simple: the loser of the annual FSU-UF football game had to perform a walk (or run) of shame down Flagler Avenue in a state of utter embarrassment. That’s where the simplicity ended.

The first loss hit me hard… literally. Sporting Gator-colored tight underpants and nothing else, I sprinted down Flagler Avenue to the sound of laughter, booing, and the merciless clang of a cowbell. Meanwhile, Jimmy followed me, gleefully ringing the cowbell like he was leading a parade of shame. Insults were scrawled across my chest in marker with the word “LOSER” in capital letters and the score across my back.

The following year, karma swung my way. FSU triumphed, and it was Jimmy’s turn to face the music. He strutted down Flagler Ave in FSU ladies’ volleyball short shorts. The cowbell came back with a vengeance, and every third step we would yell, “SHAME!” I can still hear Brandon’s voice to this day. We thought we’d keep things civil – but then again, the term “civil” doesn’t exist in this rivalry.

The Walk of Shame

Fast forward to this year: I made the bet as FSU when FSU was ranked number 10 in the nation. Then came the meltdown of the century, I wish that I could’ve taken it back… alas, FSU got smoked. I knew my fate was sealed.

Flagler Avenue was packed with onlookers as I donned those dreaded Gator-colored briefs again. Danny and the crew at Peanuts decided to up the ante, blasting the UF fight song on repeat as I ran past diners and bar hoppers who were more than happy to boo me into oblivion. Jimmy followed, ringing that damn cowbell like he was Paul Revere announcing my humiliation.

The FSU-UF Rivalry

For those unfamiliar, the FSU-UF rivalry isn’t just a football game. It’s a cultural war. Seminoles and Gators clash like titans, with insults flying faster than a quarterback under pressure. It’s personal. And while Jimmy and I may take it to extremes, our antics are just a microcosm of the passion that fuels this feud. Seven years in, we’re still at it, proving that sports aren’t just about victory or defeat – they’re about camaraderie, tradition, and sometimes, running down the street in tight underpants while people make fun of you. Here’s to next year, when FSU will surely reclaim its glory and Jimmy will once again wear the shameful short shorts of defeat. Until then, Go Noles!

Bobby G… Totally clothed, saying HAPPY NEW YEAR!