What Friends Are For
As soon as the white hands snatched the brown ball out of the black night, the feet touched down on the green grass, the body absorbed the desperation hit, and the yellow flag for a pick play stayed in the ref’s pocket, I knew that NMB co-founder Brandt would be thrillated (thrilled and elated) with the first Clemson football national championship that he could remember. Coach William C. Swinney, the first person to ever own a castle in Pickens County, had taken the Tigers to the mountain top, and would be forever held in high esteem by the sons of dear old Clemson. And I knew I had to do something to help Brandt celebrate.
Let's get freaky...
It is Fall in the Upstate of South Carolina. This is a time marked by the leaves starting to change, the air becoming cooler and when families feel the need to drive to the mountains to pick large amounts of apples for the perfect Facebook picture, only to discover they have six bushels of apples that slowly rot in their kitchens for the next month. Ah...Fall in the Upstate.
This time of year also marks the beginning of something else. At first, you may mistake the primal screaming sounds you hear as just another coyote that now roams the neighborhood streets of Greenville. It will not take long to realize these noises are far more disturbing than anything a Coyote could produce. These scary sounds are coming from your local elementary school’s fall carnival.