Sawgrass Parkway is (as you know) about three hours north of me, at most.
Slothful a man as I am, I have no good excuse not to lend my support to this happy little insurrection. Keep me well-advised, and I'll put you down for a six-pack of Presbyterian Finest.
I know that you probably think "Guinness Stout without the bitter aftertaste" is some kind of sacrilege, but it is possible and it does work. Get about two bottles in me on a Sunday afternoon, and I'll be singing "A Mighty Fortress is our God... once more for God and Country, this time with gusto!!" at the eventide worship service. (grin)