Shots From The Darkside

For the past week, I’ve been listening to my athletic Director beg for money on every public forum available to him. I’m too tired to go into the details, but I’m tired of it. Money doesn’t buy wins, but it does buy some things:

• Quality equipment and good staff to ensure our athletes are getting the best physical educations possible.
• quality facilities that meet minimum safety standards
• Good coaches (Spurrier) who know what they’re doing.

Beyond that, money has very little to do with winning. We can add 15k seats to Billy Brice Stadium, but that won’t make Carlos Thomas a shutdown CB. He has the talent, but not the will. I hear that NFL scouts have been seen at his place for 2 years now. This guy is already planning his end zone dance. Building million dollar condos next to the stadium won’t make Mike Davis hold on to the ball. It won’t stop Darth Visor from calling a toss sweep in his own end zone or from calling 3 consecutive pass plays while his runners are averaging 8 yards a carry.

I heard a caller talk that Tennessee is dropping a quarter billion on its spots facilities. This clown said that big time sports teams have big time facilities. Right now we have the egg preceding the chicken. Schools like Southern Cal and Miami can have billion dollar gyms because they’ve won big time games, - not the other way around.

The time to reward our players is when the offensive line blocks consistently… when we don’t blow leads in big games… when we finish a season as strong as we start it. Until then, you stupid football players will have to deal with preferential housing, specialized tutoring centers and almost-bleeding edge sports facilities.

You stupid Gamecock fans have to realize - the athletic director doesn’t life weights, catch balls or make takes. The ONLY thing he can do is sit around and beautify things. For him, the answer is money. He sees the money big time programs spends and equates that with winning.

To dispell that rumor, one need olnly look at A-Rod or the Houston Texans.

Until then, we’ll be that cat on the basketball court with the hot Jordan’s, the matching Nike Jumpsuit and leather ball who can’t play worth a damn.