My thinking is, and informed through siblings who reside there, is that the Big Dog could deliver FL.
But nobody else thinks so, not Nate, not RCP ... nobody.
In my fantasies, in my darkest hours, when I pull my teenage snot-nosed drool-caked face off the keyboard, I see the Big Dog Romp in FL ... and close the door on this thing.
Whaddya say Bill, kick some ass in FL eh?
Sorry, it was after all a fantasy of mine.