I had no intentions of blogging about this. In fact, I had no intentions of
blogging about anything for a good while.
2 weeks ago I let my brother drag me out the Carolina practice. I know, I know - you think
I’m the kinda homer who’d go to any Carolina
event. Normally, you’d be right. But it’s been 100+ degrees since late July.
There was no way in fuckin hell I was headed out to sweat and watch the team
practice. That’s just dumb. Watching a practice is what you do when you’re lame
and haven’t got shit else to do. We’re like dogs who’ve been cooped up all day
in the laundry room or kitchen. or been locked up in the basement all
day. It’s two weeks ’til Game Day and we can hear our Master jiggling the keys
in the door. It’s all we can do to keep from pissing ourselves like puppies
scratching at the door.
Normally, I’d be right there with ya. But its 100 degrees in Columbia. Has been for a
month and will be for another month. No way in hell I’m headed to practice. I won’t even be at the opening game unless the temperature comes down.
But my black-ass was there sweating. Anyone got a guess as to whom the
first player I spotted was? Ok, ignore the issues with that last sentence -
guess. Blake THE FLAKE Mitchell. That’s what his name would be if he were some
pansy ass cruiser-weight wrestler.
Guess where he was at - no go ahead. - guess.
On the goddamned sideline doing Front-Back-Go’s. Some of you call them
Up-Downs. Some of you call them Mat Drills. Either way, he was there doing push
ups and jogging in place. Whispers in the crowd say he decided to skip classes.
Not just a few classes, either. He missed so many classes that he had to beg
his Professors to ignore his attendance and pass him based on grades alone. Who the hell signs up for a summer class with an attendance policy?
I know about summer classes in Carolina.
The campus has a couple hills appropriately placed by God to make everyone’s life hell. I don’t
know the actual radius of The University of South Carolina. But I do know that,
by mountain bike, it’s a 15 minute ride from the Business Building the School of Music. Did I mention it’s been 100
degrees for about a month? Parking is only at the exterior of the campus. The
Deities decided they wanted to be like the other Big Schools
and ban interior parking during the day. Great, we need another reason to avoid
classes. It was so hot on campus that I didn’t schedule classes between 10 am
and 3pm. We laid around all day drinking ice tea and playing 007 Golden Eye on
the N64.
Enough rambling. I posted this because of an article I read on Blake. Blake hasn’t learned
yet that Steve Spurrier plays no games with no one’s kids. The Old Ball Coach has a destiny. And
some premature balding, pasty white boy won’t get in the way. Blake shoulda got
the message when he got pulled last season for a running QB fresh off an
Achilles injury. A black QB at that. Quick: someone name the last Black QB Spurrier recruited,
much less started. Or try naming the last Spurrier QB to have any running
ability at all? So it’s obvious that even if Spurrier has no issue with the
running black QB, he certainly doesn’t go out of his way to build teams around
them. I’m not saying Spurrier is racist – and I wouldn’t care if he were. I wouldn’t
give a damn if he started 22 Neo-Nazi’s as long as we beat Georgia, Florida,
Tennessee and Arkansas. Either way, Blake cut class –AGAIN. He will face the wrath
of Spurrier – AGAIN.
WTF is wrong with this kid? He must be auditioning for commentary work with Jefferson
Pilot. Their broadcast generally matches his QB skills.
UPSIDE: No one wants Blake under center, anyways. His inability
to hit a moving target is why Sidney Rice is making so much money in the NFL. It’s why we lost 5 games last season to top 15 opponents by an average of 7.2 points. After watching him in practice these years, I know that I can throw the ball
further and more accurately. Also, a P.E. student teacher at my old elementary
school played DB for Carolina
from 2003-2006. He tells me that Blake Stutters in the huddle and regularly got
punked by the defense during practice.
DOWNSIDE: ummm, no real downside. Both of our back up QB’s
have cannons.
Fare thee well, Blake – The Flake – Mitchell. No one will miss
your INTs or your fumbles. I don’t know who you sucked off to get back on the
field, but I’m sure glad you scuffed him with your teeth.
Now we’re ready for SEC play. They could barely contain us with 3 true defensive linemen, a RB with a broken wrist and a QB who couldn’t hit the side of barn from the inside. Those games that came down to the last drive will go our way this year. Our time is now. The finally impediment to our success has taken himself out of the game. Fuck you very kindly Blake, we never knew we didntl miss you so little.
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