What primo territory for re-grouping, attitude adjustment, and, as it turned out, talk of food, not football. We mingled with gloating-but-friendly Gators at the bar, thumping to the blues combo in the corner, and sampled the Infusions straight (when served formally, these hard-hitting concoctions “enhance” fruit juices and other bases). So: Shots of the Old Timer (Jack Daniels, oranges, maraschino cherries), then the Citrus Kiss (Absolut, lemons, limes), and—call us wild and crazy—the Hurricane (multi-fruits with Barcari and Flor de Cana rums). Tebow Schmeebow.

Later, with dinner, came the from-the-barrel wines, interesting vintages from boutique vineyards and worth a future evening of study. Four of us ordered from the small plate side of the menu. Our favorite: the first, then second, helpings of Thai Tuna Tartare. In between, we scarfed down Salmon Chips (a short smoked salmon balancing on hefty crisps with chipotle cream cheese, capers, and red onions). We even went beyond the goal line with pumpkin bread pudding with spiced rum caramel sauce and four spoons.

Defeat blurred. Hey, we’re the only team in the nation with a perfect regular season. See my accompanying iPhoto (above) for the sight that greeted us as we waited at valet for our car. Know what? We shared a good laugh with our fellow SEC brothers and sisters. After all, smirk, smirk--there’s always next year. In the meantime: www.twourbanlicks.com. Go, win or lose. It’s a winner.