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.
The Not My Boys reside in Greenville, South Carolina. Greenville was in the totality zone of the solar eclipse that passed across the continental United States on Monday. You might have heard a little something about it. It was the most hyped thing since the last snowstorm that didn’t produce. Actually, it was more like Y2K.
Greenville also appeared to be the epicenter of another eclipse, this one crafted by the fine folks at Krispy Kreme Corporate.
The Great Sammy Kershaw once sang “let's talk about anything, anything at all, but politics, religion, and her.” So far Not My Boys has heeded this sound advice, unless you count religion (college football) and her (Honey). But inspired by Independence Day, we decided to dip our toe into politics, specifically local politics. Because after all, as former Speaker of the House Tip O'Neill once said, “all politics is local.” We scheduled a sit-down with John DeWorken and Russell Stall, the Republican and Democratic candidates respectively, for the at-large Greenville City Council seat being vacated by the retiring Gaye Sprague. This wasn't your typical political forum. The venue was Grateful Brew; there was beer involved.
The Thunder Rolls
Swim team in Greenville County is a big deal. SAIL, Swim Association Invitational League, began in 1964 and has grown from a meet between four teams to a league that today consists of roughly 3,400 swimmers from 37 different pools. You can visit the SAIL website to find all the information you could ever want including a Swimmers' Tale, a Swimmers' Prayer, and a Swim Meet primer. But let Not My Boys help navigate you through the SAIL season.