In an interview after practice a few weeks ago, Stephen Garcia told the media that he was going to be smarter. He was going to “eat, sleep, drink, dream about football.”
He cut off his luscious locks, shaved up, and straightened his act … for almost a week. And what do you know? Our love-to-hate QB fudged up again.
Well, we are at the end of another national championship. Finally. Honestly, this year’s lead-up was perhaps THE most annoying of all time. Besides the fact that my bracket was more embarrassing than Kentucky’s loss (ha-ha), the whole tournament created pissed-off friends and clueless non-basketball fans. Don’t take this the wrong way — I obviously love basketball. But there are a few things I could do without for the next tournament:
But seriously, that’s all we do. Oh yeah, and we beat No. 1 teams. It’s a great day to be a Gamecock.
Screw that — it’s a great year to be a G-cock.
I’m referencing the recent baseball win over Florida, in case you didn’t know … but you should. Again, I honestly wondered if beating a No. 1 team made us No. 1, as we rightfully should be, but it does not.
“Ooh he is cute.”
“No, he is mine…you can have him if I can have the other guy.”
We’ve all been there. I mean…all girls have been there. Trading cute players here and there, stalking out our favorites, creating our fantasy team (or fantasy relationship). Think I sound creepy? Well it’s real life. And we do it. Every game.
The paparazzi-stalked, social media-using “celebrity.”
Since athletes became “famous” many years ago, we have worshipped their every move. You may be saying, “Speak for yourself,” but consider this.
It’s the anticipated day. The day of all days. The day that could potentially determine our fate. So … does he love us or love us not?
No, I’m not talking about Valentine’s Day.
I’m talking about Jadeveon Clowney’s birthday … and the day he picks the school he will grace with his talented presence. His official visits are passed and gone, and his decision is probably already made.
I feel like a simple blog does not suffice for the intensity of the
Now that you’re in the mood and whatnot, we can talk sports.
Well, we can only hope that the end of 2010 indicates the end of severely embarrassing defeats and questionable mistakes from the G-cocks. I became so fed up watching the overthrows and overthinking that I formulated my own New Year’s resolutions for the team. Optimistically thinking, these goals will surpass the typical life expectancy for resolutions and transfer into next season.
Kyle Parker hung his head in disappointment, Dabo almost left the field, and Tiger fans poured more and more mini bottles into their drinks in misery. That’s just the way we like it.
Remember the awkward middle-school-sport era when coaches would make you stop scoring if you were winning by too much? “It hurts the other team’s feelings.”
Let’s just say Spurrier is not one of those coaches. On Saturday the Gamecocks brutally stomped the Trojans into that pretty green field called Williams Brice. And they didn’t let up till the refs called game. Sorry we’re not sorry.