11/23/2025
In a single fluid motion that happens before I can even process being conscious, I reach for my phone, open Gmail, rip past the emails I actually need to reply to and blast GatorHub straight into the trash with all the power and precision of a Serena Williams serve. I don’t even open the message.
There’s a new step I’ve added to my morning routine. It’s outrageously efficient, deeply cathartic and fills me with enough wild exasperation that I jump out of bed wide awake, ready to tackle the disappointments of yet another day. It’s called “deleting the GatorHub email.” In a single ...