Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, September 27, 2015, 12:31 p.m.
Ever since Friday morning, or, I’d say, a good 90 percent of the time, a misty rain has been falling, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, almost always there, speckling the windshield, aggravating me as I have to keep adjusting the windshield wipers, and walk through stadium grass, shoes squishing in the water.
I haven’t hoisted the umbrella once, even though it was in the backpack, down in the bottom, beneath the clipboard, the laptop, the binoculars, and the portable radio, all competing for attention in my on again, off again, world of journalism.
To recap, Laurens defeated Easley, 27-14, on Friday night. I was there because Clinton faced the Fighting Dates of Open. Here’s what I wrote: http://www.golaurens.com/component/k2/item/21782
Then, after staying up way too late because I’m always keyed up after writing, I headed up to Furman on Saturday afternoon, where the Paladins were a bit lackluster — understandable, perhaps, given that they had edged Central Florida, 16-15, the previous week — but managed to win over VMI, 24-21.
I harbored hopes of getting back to Clinton, and Presbyterian’s home game against Chattanooga, by half, but doing the Furman game justice took the appropriate time, so I listened to the game as soon as I could get it, speeding through the I-385 mist, and pulled into the Bailey Memorial Stadium parking lot late in the third quarter with the Blue Hose trailing the Mocs, 14-0.
I put on a jacket and started walking down the sidewalk just outside the fence. PC’s quarterback threw an interception that was returned for a touchdown. It was sort of the biggest play the Blue Hose offense had all night. 21-0. After standing there, considering, for a few minutes, I turned around and walked back up the hill to the pop-up tent where friends of mine tailgate at each home game. I sat on a tailgate, appropriately, and watched, though not particularly attentively. No more points were scored.
My PC football friends — most have sons playing for the team — slowly arrived, and they yelled my name as enthusiastically as shutout victims can, and one was mad and the rest grasping. The most often cited observation was that the Presbyterian defense really only gave up seven points because one Moccasin touchdown occurred on a turnover and another because of one.
In eternal mist, I took all this in while eating banana pudding and then scraping up dip with taco chips. Repeatedly I was offered strong beverages, but I politely said it was too late to start drinking, but I would take a water.
In other words, when I got home, I had to use the bathroom, anyway.
Next week the Red Devils visit Broome, which may mean I’ll be filing from a McDonald’s for the first time this fall, and Furman will host South Carolina State in a Saturday-night game. The Blue Hose are off in far Cullowhee to play Western Carolina.
Everything will fall well on Saturday. The way I’ve got it figured, I’ll watch a noon game on TV, listen to the Blue Hose driving up the road to Greenville, and cover the Paladins.
Then, like today, there will be a NASCAR race on Sunday.
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