I found this item today interesting:
Steve Spurrier has been to Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor, Mich., and Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Neb., since resigning as South Carolina’s head coach, but he won’t be at Williams-Brice Stadium this weekend or any weekend the rest of this season.
“I don’t think that’s my place,” Spurrier told The State on Monday….
Hey, what a coincidence — I don’t feel like it’s my place, either, so I won’t be going to the game. Either.
Increasingly, Steve Spurrier is just like me — except that he’s paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to ignore the Gamecocks, whereas I do it faithfully, year after year, for free.
Now I ask you, is that fair?
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Spurrier’s departure has taken all the air out of the football program at USC. Looks like we’re back to the “good losses” mentality…
I disagree. I think the team has improved in comparison to how they were playing at the beginning of the year.
As I said, good losses. Cooper, Carson, Wilds will be gone. Is there a Top 20 recruiting class in the works? Are top recruits lining up to continue the Shawn Elliott era or are they going to commit somewhere else where the coach is certain?
While I breathe, I hope…
I too have ignored Gamecock football my entire life. Waiting for the checks to start coming in.
Major Major’s father was a sober God-fearing man whose idea of a good joke was to lie about his age. He was a longlimbed farmer, a God-fearing, freedom-loving, law-abiding rugged individualist who held that federal aid to anyone but farmers was creeping socialism. He advocated thrift and hard work and disapproved of loose women who turned him down. His specialty was alfalfa, and he made a good thing out of not growing any. The government paid him well for every bushel of alfalfa he did not grow. The more alfalfa he did not grow, the more money the government gave him, and he spent every penny he didn’t earn on new land to increase the amount of alfalfa he did not produce. Major Major’s father worked without rest at not growing alfalfa. On long winter evenings he remained indoors and did not mend harness, and he sprang out of bed at the crack of noon every day just to make certain that the chores would not be done. He invested in land wisely and soon was not growing more alfalfa than any other man in the county. Neighbors sought him out for advice on all subjects, for he had made much money and was therefore wise. “As ye sow, so shall ye reap,” he counseled one and all, and everyone said, “Amen.”
And then he called timeout on the first drive of the game.
Hey, I quoted that just the other day!
Yeah, but it seemed appropriate again. It’s such a great passage.