People laughed when I said I was going to build a shrine to the completely real and totally not made-up pirate, Gasparilla, whose presence it is said can be felt throughout the creaky bones of ancient
Raymond James Stadium. (It is very bad to steal Gasparilla’s rum. VERY BAD.)
And I saw no pregame analysis pointing out that showing the proper reverence for Gasparilla could put one team over the top. Did you think it mere coincidence, rather than the Hand of Gaspar, that placed the ball into Caden Fordham’s hands?
Confidence is made in the work leading up to a game, whether that be on the practice field, or in your spare closet, overseeing each minute detail of a sacred altar for the great pirate Gasparilla. A structurally sound operation takes on no water.
But I am not here to seek recognition; I am no hero. But I did win the game for us. You’re welcome.
