Last year the Sporting News named the University of Florida football fans the top college crowd in the nation and ranked their 90,000-seat Ben Hill Griffin Stadium at Florida Field in Gainesville as the nation's loudest.

Let’s be clear. Rick Scott did not spend $50 million to buy the Republican gubernatorial primary, he’s not that dumb.

Early voting is one of those windmills I can’t resist tilting at.

One looks like a tanned, slicked-back lothario, whirling across the floor on “Dancing with the Stars”; the other, a bitter, lonely wallflower at the high school prom.

Either Bill McCollum doesn’t know a principle from a prawn or he’s as slippery as a Mississippi swamp.

Imagine a Super Bowl Sunday that parties on for four weeks.

Where late-to-work is forgiven with a smile and productivity slows to a crawl and not a single soul gives a hoot.

That’s the World Cup. And that’s the power soccer’s grandest tournament has just about everywhere else on the planet but the United States.

Few spectacles these past two months have been as nauseating as Big Power’s goose-stepping march through the Florida Legislature.

Actually, I've known whole countries that put up a lustier fight against the enemy than this group of grasping lawmakers did to protect Florida's long-suffering energy consumers.

Florida's teachers are breaking my heart.

First, I hear with my own ears teachers coaching students as young as 8 years old to lobby legislators for -- let's call a spade a spade -- their own selfish interests. Now I find some 1,000 of them in the Miami-Dade school system choosing to protest passage of the performance-pay bill by calling in sick.