Opinion Archive

You all remember Quentin Randolph.

Especially in 2019 when he took NCAA Division II football by storm and helped propel the University of West Florida football team to its first national championship.

It’s hard to believe nearly six months have passed since we took over the Press Gazette. In that time I’ve had a chance to see a good number of senior athletes compete in different sports.

And now, it’s the end of the road for those seniors as graduation is just around the corner. Four years have gone by in the blink of an eye for you, though in your minds, it probably feels as if high school has taken forever to get through.

Growing up, Ronald Reagan was this nanogenarian’s favorite movie star. His election as governor, then president was so exciting!

I’m glad he’s not alive to hear his son’s ad (reported in an area newspaper,) stating he’s, “not afraid to burn in Hell.” His father would be heartbroken.

My wife is still unable to drive, so our daily commute adventure to her work in Gulf Breeze continues. I drive, she takes in the sights; not a bad arrangement – for her!

My wife does not miss anything – her observations skills are off the charts. She sees and delights in the smallest details. She should have been a cop.

We need a new rule book written on how certain things should go when it comes to sports.

Things that need to be off limits simply because they serve no real purpose.

We often get caught up believing great stats give you the green light to write a ticket to the pros in permanent marker.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s awesome to have a batting average over .300, a scoring and rebounding average that is good for a double-double almost every night, or a rushing or passing total that translates into a touchdown on every drive.

Florida Power and Light (FPL) is going after individuals with solar and companies which install solar on their homes.

Our governor-appointed Public Service Commissioners (PSC) recently allowed huge rate increases to our electric bills. Has our PSC become lapdogs, rather than watchdogs?

Scrolling through Twitter late one evening ahead of my trip home for my father’s visitation and funeral, I came across a post I was tagged in by an athlete.

He posted a video of himself throwing a football to his dad in the backyard and mentioned me, stating that he would be dedicating his first touchdown of the 2022 high school football season to my dad.

“We locals call it ‘our Basket Full of Diamonds,’” said the guide as our tour boat glided past the lighthouse in Jupiter, FL in the diminishing light of evening.

My wife and I, both locals, gave one another an incredulous look and mouthed, “We do?” Many of our friends were long-time residents, including a man whose father had been the lighthouse keeper.