Though I graduated from the greatest university in Raleigh, I am not the most faithful of alumns. I know this because after five and a half years at school there, I managed to collect three school t-shirts. That's right, just three measly shirts to show for thousands of dollars spent and countless hours of instruction.

But don't let that be an indicator for the sense of pride I feel for that fine university. You can throw whatever facts and figures, ratings and rankings, propoganda and propopooh-pooh you want at me but you'll never convince me that I could have chosen a better university for myself. The fact is, I got the education I wanted at the pace and price I wanted. Can't beat that deal.

Anyway, in an effort to advertise this wonderful deal, I make it a point to pack one of my shirts whenever I go on a trip. So far, my navy blue¹ recruiting tool has been singing with cicadas in Maryland, loving with lovers in Virginia, surviving the Columbian (SC) heat, living it up with lucious Georgia peaches, and funin in the bright Florida sun. I'm about to hit up S. Carolina, Georgia, and Florida again so I'm preppin the ole' navy for yet another short trip. So if you find yourself on the Florida coast this weekend and you happen to walk by the only guy with his shirt still on, stop by and ask me about N.C. State, there's no finer university in Raleigh.

¹ Of course our school colors are red and white, but I love navy blue. Give me a break, at least the letters are red and white.