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Lindsay Lohan, Bob Fulton, and our pass defense
Written by John Barleycorn   
Thursday, 04 November 2010

We are all familiar with Lindsey Lohan. Some are even fans of hers. She broke onto the scene playing the lead role in a remake of the Haley Mills’ classic, “Parent Trap”. She was a cute little redhead with freckles that captured the hearts of many a movie goer. As time passed, she did what all little girls do, she grew up. The roles kept coming in and along with it came fame and a great deal of money. Unfortunately, as time passed, she took a path that many of her predecessors in the child acting industry have chosen to take. She began experimenting with drugs and alcohol. Now, it is sad to hear about her on the news because you know that any news involving her is going to also involve court room appearances and rehab. She is an addict.

Enter Steve Spurrier.

By most accounts Coach is a reasonable man. Extraordinary in some areas. Frail in others. I don’t know what compels him to derail Stephen Garcia, but Coach seems hellbent at times in doing so. He seems to be almost addicted to it. Last Saturday, I watched us march down the field on our first drive with precision. We weren’t missing a beat. Then, we had a bad snap. When I looked back onto the field I could not believe my eyes. There was Connor Shaw lined up behind center and Garcia was lined up at wideout. I looked at the guy sitting next to me and said, “Garcia is going to have a bad day today.” Let me start off by saying, Coach is still my man. I have said it before, I am saying it again. The thing with that is having to accept the good with the self-inflicted bad. Seriously, a blind monkey suffering from syphilis, leprosy, diabetes, a frontal lobotomy, and post traumatic stress syndrom can see that whenever Garcia is pushed aside to placate this cancerous yearning that Coach has to put Shaw in, Garcia’s play is going to suffer. And it did. Everyone keeps wanting us to play like we did against Alabama. Well guess what didn’t happen in the Alabama game? You got it, Shaw did not see the field. I saw that. You saw that. The blind monkey a thousand miles removed from Williams-Brice could see that. Coach is the only one that doesn’t seem to get it. Honestly, if whacking him in the head with a frying pan would help him get this, I would do it in a heartbeat. Chinese rice pickers would hear the impact. I am afraid though that this technique would only be therapeutic to me and not him. I just don’t get this. I have already read that he hopes to get Shaw into the game this week too. Here is some advice Steve, put him in when the game is wrapped up. Once the game is for all practical purposes finished. If you want to win, don’t mess with Garcia’s fragile little ego. He’s pretty dadgum good as long as you leave him alone. Until Coach can master managing Garcia, in other words let him play his game and quit these Shaw shenanigans, this is an area where he is no better than Ms. Lohan.

Again, nothing against Shaw. He will be good, probably really good, for us some day. I hope and pray that he will. That day is just not today. We have a lot of things to play for this season without trying to prepare Shaw for his day in two years.

Williams-Brice Stadium

As soon as I brag about the home field advantage that we give our Gamecocks, we go and lay an egg. Saturday, The CockPit was dead. I will admit, seeing Shaw out there and knowing what was coming took a good bit out of me as well so I am preaching and sitting in the congregation. I do believe that with a 7:00 pm kickoff this week that we’ll be back in our usual form. I certainly hope so.

Satisfaction

I saw a thread on the site entitled, “Satisfaction”. It asked what the team would have to accomplish this season for each of us to be satisfied. Great question. My answer: The team would have to start hitting on all cylinders, playing well in each facet of the game, playing to their potential for 60 minutes, consistently each week for me to be satisfied. Last Saturday we beat Tennessee by 14 points and I left unsatisfied. The week before, we beat that thorn in our side Vanderbilt by 14 points and I was not satisfied. Happy for the wins, but not satisfied. Why? Because we won those games by those margins in spite of ourselves. While we played well enough to win, we didn’t play well. We certainly didn’t play to the level that our guys can play, and have played. If we are playing well, it doesn’t matter who we are playing, we should win. Things like winning the SEC East, playing in Atlanta, making it to a BCS bowl will take care of themselves as long as we are playing to our potential. Coach has told us not to expect outings like we had against Alabama every week. I ask, “Why not?” Why shouldn’t we expect this? I hope that he isn’t telling the team this, although it would explain a lot of things. I think that we can and that we should expect to see that effort and intensity on the field each week. I can handle losing if we are playing to our potential and we come up short. What I can’t handle is losing games in which we beat ourselves. Against Auburn and against Kentucky, we beat ourselves. I think there is a word for this out there somewhere. The ‘84 was great at this, in fact I have always thought that they played better than they really were. In Annapolis that dark day, they showed what will happen when you aren’t hitting on all cylinders.

What do I hope to see in each of our remaining games? I hope to see us firing on all cylinders and playing to our potential. Then I’ll be satisfied. `

Pass Defense

See above. I have admitted all season long that I haven’t understood what we are doing on pass defense, and I still don’t. The players don’t seem to understand it either. The bad news is that opposing offensive coordinators seem to understand it all too well.

Good News

Marcus Lattimore and Alshon Jeffery won awards for their play this week. Brandon Shell is now a commitment to us. We control our own destiny. This team is still loaded and has the potential to go places and do more things that no other Gamecock team in history has done. And, I hesitate to mention this, but that team in the northwestern part of the state is really stinking things up right now.

Bob Fulton

As you have heard by now, the Gamecock Nation lost a dignitary this week. Bob Fulton passed away on Wednesday. Granted he was 89 years old and we have been fortunate to have had him this long, but, the news still brought a few tears to my eyes. I can remember my grandfather listening to the Atlanta Braves games on the radio back when TV consisted of 3 national networks and a couple of local independents. The younger ones will have trouble relating to this having grown up in the age of cable. I can remember when only one or two Gamecock games a year were televised. That meant listening to the games on the radio just like I had seen my grandfather do. I listened wherever I was. I remember having the radio set up in the garage as I was busy doing whatever. I remember watching one game on TV with the sound turned all the way down and listening to Bob Fulton and the Gamecocks. I have even turned the sound down on the TV and turned Bob up while I was watching us play many more times than once.

Bob Fulton was more than just a broadcaster, he was our link to all that was the University of South Carolina. He literally was “The Voice of the Gamecocks”. I feel bad for those too young to have heard him. I feel bad for those that weren’t introduced to him until they got to Carolina. I remember him hosting the Coach’s show. I am lucky enough to have listened to him from as far back as I can remember. There is a uniqueness, a specialness, being introduced to something as a kid. I, like many of you, was lucky. Bob painted pictures with his words and his enthusiasm on the canvas in my mind. I could see the action taking place on the field. I could feel his love for our Gamecocks in his voice. Today, we had to say goodbye to him and that voice forever. Thank you Bob for the memories. Thank you God for Bob. Heaven got a good one today.

I am glad that Bob got to see our baseball team win it all before he was called home. No one deserved to get to see that more than him. Hopefully, he’ll soon have to best seat in the house to see our football team do it too.

Arkansas

We have Arkansas this weekend. The game means nothing statistically for us in our quest for the SEC East Title, but it should mean every thing to us this week. If our pass defense can shut down the Ryan Mallet attack, then they should be able to shut down about any one else that we’ll play this season. We are a 1 point favorite when you take out the automatic 2 point home field advantage. I believe that Williams-Brice is worth more than that, so this is a game that we should win. I know what I hope to see. I know what I don’t want to see. If we are to continue making progress, this is a game that we need to win.

 
Barleycorn: Week 6/7
Written by John Barleycorn   
Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Ho Hum



Have you ever gone out test driving cars that were really out of your price range? I have. It’s fun every now and then to check one or two of these out. To take them for a spin. To get to sit in an ergonomically correct cockpit feeling and hearing the thrust of a perfectly tuned engine that in reality has no business being street legal. The only real downer is when you have to go back, get into your own car, leave the exotic on the lot, and head home. To me that is what the past few weeks have been like for us. The Alabama win would certainly qualify as an exotic win for us. While not quite the Bugatti Veyron of wins, which I think is the greatest car built to date for public consumption, that would be an undefeated season and a national championship, it would certainly be something Italian. Then we had to leave that one and move. Seemed like we were still driving the exotic in the first half the next week. The second half of the Kentucky game was a Yugo, no doubt about that. All but the last 2 minutes of the first half of the Vanderbilt game was pretty much the same. Well, it was at least an early Hyundai. Starting with the last drive of the first half last Saturday night, we got back into own car and headed off. Winning against Vandy the way that we did is like driving the car that we currently have. Twenty-one unanswered points and a couple of misses was a nice way to end a night that had started off having people worried if they were going to have to dial 9-1-1. The only difference is that with our football team, the exotic wasn’t left on the lot, it is in our driveway. And oh how we want for our team to drive that car some more.

A Win Is A Win

Some of our fans have forgotten that we are in the SEC. Road games are tough in the SEC. Wins on the road are to be coveted and treasured. Just ask Alabama. We had been on quite a losing streak on the road and we ended that streak against Vandy. Did our fans rejoice? Some did. Most did not. Would I have liked for us to have ‘hung half a hundred’ on them? You bet your ass I would have. Am I happy that we held off a hungry Vandy team that threw the kitchen sink at us and looked more like ourselves in the second half in doing so? You bet your ass I am.

It seems to me that some, and I do mean a large number, of our fans think that we are at a point where we can drive the exotic all of the time. We aren’t, yet. I would love for us to be, but the cold hard reality is that for whatever reason, we just aren’t that far along, yet. I do think that we’ll get there and that this day isn’t all that far off. For the time being though, that is one more hump that we need to cross.

There are two things that sicken me regarding our fans. One, is that when the team doesn’t seem to live up to their lofty expectations, some will start pouting and spouting. A win is a win folks. We won at Vandy. It wasn’t the game that I hoped or even thought that it would be, but we won. I come online and I see bellyaching running epidemic. Posts and threads devoted to all that went wrong in the game with only a few trying to point out all that went right.

Hear me on this. Vanderbilt came after us with any and everything they thought they had to offer last week. This wasn’t the defense that they had played thus far in the season. We were playing with a backup tailback that doesn’t seem to have adjusted to the new rushing schemes that we’re now using. They were stacking the box and attacking. It was a mess and this was not what had been prepared for. But, we held them off, adjusted, and won.

The clearest sign that we haven’t ‘been there’ before is how some in our fanbase act like Fred G Sanford at the first sign of adversity. “Elizabeth, I’m coming to join you honey. I’ll be the one with the garnet tears on my shirt and the shattered dreams in my pocket.” They almost make the person that named Chicken Little seem prophetic.

I have just resigned myself to accepting the fact that some people just do not like our starting QB. He currently has the 5th highest QB rating in all of college football and is coming off his best performance statwise, but nevermind all of that. They don’t like him and never will. Not every play is perfect. Players and coaches make mistakes throughout the game. Some seem to have lost sight of this fact. When a QB completes 31 of 39 passes and throws for around 350 yards he has done pretty well. Very few games are played at 100% efficiency, that is why you play them and don’t just use the projections to determine the outcome.

Understand what I am saying. I am not against venting after a loss, I do it myself, but this was our first road win in two years. I am not against identifying or discussing areas that need improvement. What I am talking about is the stuff that goes beyond venting and lasts much longer. The habit of some to stay focused on the bad and their failure to see the good.

The other thing that bothers me is the other end of the spectrum. The, “We’re Carolina. We’ve always been around .500 so we shouldn’t expect to ever not be just middle of the pack.” To this crowd I would like to say, “Wake up!” and trust me, that is the ‘censored by me’ version. Some think that we shouldn’t expect more implying, even stating at times, that people that do are somewhat delusional. They seek refuge in denying themselves hope. If they don’t extend themselves a little, then they won’t get hurt if things come crashing down. I would hate to go through life fearing success. I would hate to be a fan and not have hope. I know our track record, but, I also see what we have. This is probably the best team that we have ever fielded. We have knocked off the #1 and #4 teams in the country over the past two seasons, should have knocked off the current BCS #1 team in their house, and some are sitting back waiting for the losses to come piling in instead of enjoying the progress that we are making.

In short, I just wish that we as a fanbase, and the Gamecock Nation, could realize what we have and enjoy to journey to the top with one another a little more without getting hysterical every time we experience some growing pains.

Home Field Advantage

One thing that has stood out to me over the past two seasons is just how much of a home field advantage we have at Williams-Brice. It doesn’t take a genius to see the difference between our team when we play at home and when we are on the road. We should be patting ourselves and each other on the back for that. Somehow though, our team has to learn to play without feeding off the energy that The Cockpit gives them when we are away from our house. To be the team that we all want them to be, they must learn to win consistently on the road. Auburn was close to that for three quarters, but we need that performance out of them for 4 quarters each and every game. It’s just another hurdle that we have to clear to get where we’re going, but it is an aggravating hurdle right now.


In conclusion this week, don’t be afraid to discuss what ever you might be thinking. That is the reason this site exists. Just don’t fall into the trap of focusing on the bad at the expense of getting to enjoy the good. For goodness sake, don’t resign yourself to not caring or being hopeful. Hope, as we learned in the movie, is a good thing. Stay focused on the Big Picture. You might just like what you see.

Last Updated ( Wednesday, 27 October 2010 )
 
9.81 m/s2
Written by John Barleycorn   
Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Force is equal to mass times acceleration. I don’t know the mass of the Gamecock Nation. I don’t know the force that was involved two Saturdays ago in catapulting us into the stratosphere or the acceleration that we experienced either. What I do know is that the planet earth attracts objects at an accelerating rate of 9.81 m/s2. Last Saturday night when we came crashing back down to earth, it seems as though we were accelerating a little bit more quickly than that. Kind of like the Wiley Coyote cartoons that we watched as kids, there seemed to be a moment, just a moment, when we stopped just above the earth’s surface, held up a sign for the college football world to see, and then splat. What that sign said varies with each individual member of the Gamecock Nation. I am pretty sure that most of the responses could fall into about 4 or 5 categories. I am absolutely positive that 99% of them could not be printed here without the site’s built in censor kicking in.

Ahhh...the life of a Gamecock.

It has its ups and downs and this season is just like all of the others. But is it? Is this the life of being a Gamecock that we have endured for so long? Is this the same ol’, same ol’? I’m not going to try to blow any sunshine up your butts. Most of our hind parts are still throbbing from the pain inflicted upon them last Saturday evening. Any agitation back there right now is unwelcome. This I know. What I am going to do is be honest about a few things with you for the next few minutes. And if that honesty should happen to separate your lower cheeks a bit allow a stray ray of hope and optimism to sneak into your dark abyss, well then so be it.

Things aren’t as bad as they have seemed since last Saturday night. This isn’t the SOC, which I have read has several meanings. It just isn’t and I’ll tell you why.



The Hangover Effect

Everyone was talking about our players experiencing what is labeled as the Hangover Effect. This is when a team just mails it in the week after pulling off an upset of a perceived better team. That didn’t happen. This team showed up to play. With the exception of the three turnovers, the team, both sides of the ball, was clicking in the first half Saturday night seeming to have picked up where they left off the week before. We scored 28 points and could have easily without the turnovers have had two more, if not three, TD’s on the scoreboard. But we didn’t. While the team seemed to be sober, there were a couple of people that were still experiencing a fatally high blood/cockiness level. One was on the sidelines. The other was up in the booth.

One would think that the owner of a vineyard would know the perils of imbibing a little too much in the fruit of his own vine. One would think. But, let’s give the man a break here. It’s been a long road getting to where we are now and the temptation of tasting a little more of what lies ahead for us would be a tough for anyone to deny. Even Coach Spurrier. There isn’t a one of us that can hurl a stone in his direction for this, for we are all guilty of the exact same thing if not in this then in some area of our lives. Against Alabama, Coach saw his team perform the way he had been anticipating for years, about 5 of them now. He was elated and easily slid into role that he was once accustomed. He got a bit ahead of himself. The first sign of this for me was when he pulled Stephen Garcia and put in Connor Shaw in the first quarter. Twice. That act told me two things immediately and I shared them with the people that I was watching the game with.

One, that Coach was treating this game as a practice or a scrimmage and not as a threatening SEC opponent. Argue with me on that all that you want, but, when we had to have our best effort on the field last week against Alabama, Coach wasn’t pulling any of this nonsense. There was never a time when the backup was even close to going into the game. On that note, he didn’t approach this game, he didn’t approach the Kentucky Wildcats, with the same seriousness or the same determination that he had employed against Alabama. Yet, I would bet everything that I own that he demanded that from the players all week long. For a brief moment, he was coaching like he was still at Florida when he should have been approaching things more like he did when he was at Duke.

Two, that this would screw with Garcia and that this would infiltrate the team. Again, you can argue all that you want, but, I am going to respond by asking how many turnovers did we have when Shaw entered the game? How many wide open receivers were overthrown by Garcia up to this point? How many points had Kentucky scored? What sideline was Ol’ Mo sitting on up til then? After what has seemed like forever and a week, Garcia had finally lived up to billing last week against Alabama. He was at the top of his game and seemed to be continuing that in the early moments at Commonwealth Stadium. Then, he had his confidence sucked right out of him. The picture that tells it all, other than his dwindling performance in the remainder of the game, was the shot of him standing on the sidelines looking over at the huddle that was about to go into the game. He was bewildered. He was confused. That one move served to allow some of his confidence to seep out and that dark demon named doubt to creep in. It was a bone-headed maneuver.

Lou Holtz, remember him? He has said on numerous occasions that, “If you have two starting quarterbacks, then you don’t have one.” Coach needs to listen to, learn from, and harken to the good doctor. You don’t place a little child that has just taken his first step in a marathon. You don’t put a moped on that tract in Indianapolis the first weekend in May. You don’t take a picture of a young girl that has just received her first training bra and place it in Playboy magazine. There are reasons for this, albeit more for some than others, but you have to allow time for things to develop.

Alabama was the game where Stephen Garcia first showed that he could do all that Coach was asking of him. It wasn’t the game where he showed the world that he had arrived and now could withstand anything thrown his way. Use the Kentucky game as a scrimmage if you want, and we demonstrated that this is what it should have been to us, but use it to develop the one true leader that this team has on the field, not to veer away from him. The team sees Garcia as the leader. The talking heads that commentate on college football all see Garcia as the team leader. Most fans over the age of 14 see Garcia as the team’s leader. Why is Spurrier so hellbent on manufacturing this competition? Coach had the perfect opportunity, and has it this week as well, to build upon what Garcia had shown against Alabama, and he blew it. Hopefully, the damage can be repaired this week in practice, and we’ll see this happen against Vandy on Saturday. Connor Shaw is good and will have his time here, but right now, it is Stephen Garcia’s time, and his development should be the primary focus. I know that this is the one area where Coach can invest some effort that will pay some immediate dividends.

My only other complaint from Saturday night involving Coach has to do with Kenny Miles. When asked about Kenny Miles in the post game interview, Coach looked like a deer in the headlights. It was as if he hadn’t even considered it up to that point. Is Marcus Lattimore better? Yes. Should Kenny Miles have been ready to go just in case the true freshman couldn’t? Yes. Were we prepared as a team for this possibility?

The one in the booth is, to no one’s surprise, Ellis Johnson. Again, when we had to play our best against the best, we were pressing and aggressive. We weren’t ten yards off the ball and retreating. This week, our defensive backs needed binoculars and a ticket to get a glimpse of the Kentucky receivers just before snap. I haven’t seen all of his post game interview, but in the part that I did see he said that they tried everything to stop Kentucky during the second half. Well, that isn’t quite true because I know the one thing that you didn’t try. You didn’t try what had worked the week before against your former employer. I understand the defense we ran in the Alabama game. I have no clue what we have been trying to do in the other 5 games we have played this season. Unless, we have been playing to lose and I don’t believe that is what we’re trying. Bend don’t break hasn’t been working, and I don’t foresee it working in the future. A “Thanks” to the person that posted the stats in the forums of our pass defense over the past 5 or so years. That stat chart is mind-boggling. We are a better defense than this. We proved against Alabama. So what is the problem here?

And concerning that 4th down play, all that I can say is that a pop warner coach would have had that corrected on Monday of last week. It was deja vu all over again, but only from a week ago. You just know that the Kentucky brain trust was salivating holding that ace up their sleeve.

The other hot topics after this one are the timeout and the under-thrown ball/interception. I am quickly running out of space, but, neither should have been an issue. The stands should have been empty of anyone not wearing garnet by this point. That, sadly, wasn’t the case so I’ll quickly respond. It is easy to Monday morning what Coach had to handle spur of the moment Saturday night. If he misused the time out with his experience, then none of us would have gotten right intentionally either. Regarding the interception, Spurrier said that the ball was supposed to go outside. Common sense and an eighth grade understanding of football would agree with him. Garcia under threw the ball. Go back a few paragraphs and reread. Think that a confident Garcia throws that ball short in this situation? I’ll give you two examples from the Alabama game that says the throw would have been dead on target. Yet on this night, well, we all know what happened.

We should have won this game with ease. We knew that Kentucky was a second half team, but, they should have been, and nearly were out of it in the first half. They weren’t. Don’t get me wrong, Coach Spurrier and Ellis Johnson are still my picks to be leading us. Don’t even consider that I am not one of their biggest fans. I am. But, they blew it Saturday. We still should have won, but we didn’t. They weren’t alone, players made mistakes too like they do every game, but you don’t expect these mistakes from these two. Coach Spurrier gets a bit of a pass from me on this one, even as inexcusable as he would agree that losing this one was. He was having fun. Coach started opening his Christmas presents a little too early, but, his parents came home and caught him. The punishment for this was a female dog. Ellis Johnson, on the other hand, doesn’t get off quite so easily. I just don’t get what he is trying to do or why he is trying it. We know what does work, but then we don’t do it. Even when the game was on the line. We know what doesn’t work, and keep doing it. It just doesn’t make any sense. But, they are still the ones that I want heading things up here for us.

The season isn’t over. All that is gone is our dark horse campaign to be national champions and a possible one loss season. We are still in the driver’s seat for the SEC East. We can still play and win in Atlanta. We can still go to our first BCS bowl. We are still in control of our own destiny. Hopefully, we can see the problems that we experienced last Saturday night addressed and corrected 'cause when we do, we’ll see the team from here on out that we saw against Alabama and not the one that we saw this past Saturday night. When we get that, we’ll not only get to see a lot of long term goals accomplished this season, but we’ll also be setting ourselves up pretty well for 2011.

What was the sunshine that I risked shining into our nether regions? Why is this not like times before? This time it wasn’t a lack of players or talent that did us in, it was some mental snafues by the coaches. Correcting players can be chancy. I am betting that their correcting themselves isn’t. So, yes, I still believe that we are going to have a great season.

 
The Silent Symphony
Written by John Barleycorn   
Friday, 15 October 2010
October 9, 2010. A day that will live in the minds, hearts, and souls of the Gamecock Nation forever.

We had dreamed of this day. We had longed for it. When the schedules were released, each of us were praying and pulling for the University of Alabama’s Crimson Tide to arrive in Columbia undefeated so that this might be that day. The day that our Gamecocks, our university, that we the Gamecock Nation would finally knock off the number one team in the country.

The basketball team had done it to Kentucky last winter. The baseball team had done it to Arizona State over the summer. Now the only question to answer was could the football team complete the trifecta? Could they give to us the hat trick? Only one university’s athletic program had pulled this off before in the same calendar year, and now it was our turn to try. Alabama was not only flying the banner of number one in the nation, they are also the defending national champions and they are in our house. Could we do it?

Well, we all know what happened last Saturday. By now, most of us have watched the game several times. We know all of the stats, each nuance, and all of the taboos that were dispelled. The answer to ‘Could we do it?’ was a resounding ‘Yes we can!’. And we did. We beat the defending national champions. We beat the undefeated reigning number one team in the country. We pulled it off. And we did it convincingly.

Some people claim that you are born a Gamecock. Some believe that you are made a Gamecock through some experience that varies with each individual. Nature versus nurture. Creator versus cultivator. Depending on where you fall in this debate, I am either in my fourth or fifth decade being a Gamecock. I know what it is like to suffer. I was there that when Dan Marino was beating us so badly that tv coverage was yanked in the first half. I was there that rain soaked night when Notre Dame ran all over us. Didn’t miss a home game during the 0-21 streak. I was still in my seat when the clock between the scores of 63 and 17 finally, mercifully read 00:00. I was there when Vandy sent us into a tailspin several years ago. I, like all of you, have scars all over my heart from the daggers that have pierced it over the years.

But, as we all know, the sour has been intermingled with the sweet. Southern California in ‘83. Big George’s Heisman Trophy. 22-21 in Memorial Stadium. Florida State and the ‘R-o-d-n-e-y’ games in ‘87. The Tanneyhill years. The Ellis years. The Fade. The Outback Bowls. I could go on and on but my point here is this. We have been here before. We have been on the brink of greatness just to have something rear its ugly head and stab us in the heart. Just as it had done so many times before. My immediate question Saturday was, “Have we seen this movie before? Are we living the movie Groundhog Day?” The calm, reassuring answer was, “No.”

Most of you have read my articles here before. I am an optimist’s optimist. I have multiple pairs of garnet colored glasses and when one isn’t working I am quick to change pairs. Some time back though discouragement bit me on the butt and the resulting infection caused great damage and pain. I backed off from writing these articles because if I couldn’t say anything positive about our football team, our university, our ‘nation’, then I wouldn’t say anything. Throw in last season’s bowl game and I entered this season with no expectations. None whatsoever. In articles past, I had talked about the long and winding road. About the pitfalls that would certainly await us. I had talked about how our faith would probably be tested before we reached our goals of SEC and national championships. I had no idea that I was talking to me too at that time. I thought that I was immune. I wasn’t.

I am glad to say that my faith had been restored before last Saturday and was not diminished 2 weeks prior at Auburn. Sure, I was disappointed at that loss, but, I knew that if we were in that position with them, that we could play with anybody. I had thought that before, but, this time around there was something different. This team is different. I honestly believe that we have a different breed of players representing us on the field these days and that they make the difference. The difference between the dashed hopes of the past and the optimism with which we view today and tomorrow. Someday in the not too distant future, we’ll look back at last Saturday as the day we publically ‘turned the corner’.

The game was different in 2001 when we beat the Crimson Tide. There were lead changes throughout the day. The game wasn’t settled until right at the last second. The crowd was at a fever pitch throughout the game and only got louder when time expired. This time around, there was only one lead change and after our first possession, we never looked back. The only real drama in the game was a safety that seemed to bother the fans, and Coach Spurrier at the time, a lot more than it bothered the team. In 2001 it was as if the fans had willed the team to win. Last Saturday, we were just part of the supporting cast.

I moved out of my normal seat for the last few minutes of the game because of an annoying Gamecock fan seated right in front of me that would not shut up. I wanted to drink it all in. He wanted to talk about everything else under the sun at the top of his lungs. We didn’t have time to discuss it. So, I moved. I drank it all in. The sounds. The lights. The colors and the images. The actions and reactions on the field. The fireworks from the scoreboard as time expired. Some lady hit me on the shoulder and thrust a copy of The State’s newspaper in my hand. Before I could catch her, give her my opinion of Ron Morris and return her paper, she was gone. Then I realized that I might just want to hang on to that anyway. Other than that, I just soaked it up.

I continued standing there after time had expired and the game had ended. After a while I realized two things. First, I was smiling. Not the quick grin that you make as you meet a stranger, but slow subtle smile that comes from the pit of your being. It’s called joy. I couldn’t shake it. I didn’t want to. It felt good. The second thing I realized was that I had shut out all incoming info. I snapped out of it and realized this just as the team and the students were singing the last line of our alma mater. I usually enjoy singing this with them. It wasn’t to be on this day. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, somehow, I had flipped the switch that blocked all incoming stimuli and I was left standing there in a deep state of euphoria allowing the events and the emotions of the day simmer within me. There was a symphony playing in my head. A symphony of silence. As the world continued around me, I had stopped to enjoy one of the highs of being a Gamecock.

I stayed until Mr Garcia finished his interview with Erin Andrews, saluted the remaining fans, and disappeared beneath the Under Armor awning. As I left Williams-Brice that evening I carried with me the memories of the day, that smile and that moment that I’ll never forget.

And music has never sounded so good.
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The Litmus Test
Written by John Barleycorn   
Thursday, 30 September 2010

Nothing shows the cracks quite like a little adversity. Last Saturday night at Auburn, we were shown some cracks. It was a game that I believe we should have won, but we didn’t. However, I do not believe that this is the ‘same story, different year’. Here are a few of my thoughts from the game.

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