A few weeks into the season and my wife has yet to renounce football. All signs say she’s getting close, but the day has not yet come.
Thirteen years ago, our nation changed forever.
I owe you Gamecock fans an apology. It was my fault South Carolina performed so poorly last Thursday night in the season opener.
I feel bad.
High school football is not made for television.
If you haven’t taken a look at this year’s football section yet, stop reading this column and go do so. You will be glad you did, I promise.
Are you guys okay?
That’s the text I got from my mom Sunday night. I don’t know if your mom has ever texted you something similar, but it’s kind of unsettling.
I might be getting in better shape, but my body ain’t what it used to be.
As area football players gear up for the first week of full-contact practice, I can’t help but be overcome with nostalgia.
I wouldn’t make it in the military.
It happens every year. The sudden need and desperate desire to blow something up.
It usually doesn’t hit me until the sun begins to set on July 4. This year, I nearly ran out of time.