Just One More Thing

I’ve never heard the city of Clemson so quiet after a home football game. We were walking out of Death Valley last night after four hours of football, 2 hours and 45 minutes of booing, 2 hours of cold, and 6 seconds of soul-crushing defeat. The Tigers had just lost to Pitt. Pitt! Of all teams. The guy who sits next to me had a point--I’ll never look at Heinz Ketchup the same. Going into the game I was pretty intrigued to watch James Conner ball out for the Panthers. He’s an excellent player whom I will gladly stash on my fantasy team next year in the pros and who also is a cancer survivor. While that is fantastic for him, couldn’t he have just lost this game? I feel stupid because I told one of my students that Clemson would win by two touchdowns this week. Little did I realize how iconic the idea of “two touchdowns” would become for this game. Two goal line interceptions from Deshaun Watson. Two drive-saving calls for Pitt by officials. The officials were bad last night. I under...

When a basketball player hits a few shots in a row, we say he or she is in the groove. When a baseball pitcher mows down 9 batters in a row, he's in the groove. I love sports analogies. I use them with my kids all the time. I am in a groove. In other news, I just finished the dishes. It took me twenty minutes. I also have a little head cold. Boo. But while I was doing the dishes this evening (wife cooks, I clean--happy wife, happy life) I was listening to my music as I did so. Kristin knows this about me. She's learned a couple other things about me these last few months--I complain when the dogs do what they're supposed to do and bark to come back inside, I love my podcasts, and for the love of all that is good I have to change out of my work clothes the minute I get home in the evening. So she knows that when I do the dishes, I put in my headphones and listen to one of my pods or jam out to Spotify. As I was listening tonight, I was able to listen to a bevvy of song...