"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
Brett Young ripped the game-winner (Monte Dutton photos). That moon rising above left-center field wasn’t a bad one at Clinton High School. The Red Devils rose with it in a 7-6 Class 3A playoff baseball victory over Wren on Thursday evening. The ecstatic final moment occurred with two out in the bottom of the seventh …
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Owen Pridgen had a slam. (Monte Dutton file photo) GREENWOOD – Though not in the same Class 4A region, Laurens and Greenwood played for the third time on Wednesday night in the baseball playoffs. The kill shot in the 11-9 upset was a fourth-inning, two-out grand slam by Laurens first baseman Owen Pridgen. Also significant …
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, February 7, 9:33 a.m. For the second consecutive game night at Clinton High School Gymnasium, both varsity basketball games were decided by the same margin. On Friday, the boys and girls both beat Broome by 11. Last night, the boys won, but the girls lost, both by eight. Coincidence? Definitely. The …
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, November 4, 2017, 2:38 p.m. Since noon, I’ve been keeping tabs on Auburn-Texas A&M, Kansas State-Texas Tech, Syracuse-Florida State, Western Kentucky-Vanderbilt, Florida-Missouri, Massachusetts-Mississippi State, and several others that don’t occur to me now. That’s just on television. Via Twitter, I’ve been keeping tabs on Presbyterian-Monmouth, Chattanooga-Wofford, and Western Carolina-The Citadel. The …
Continue reading The Glory of the Past and the Unremitting Legacy
Autumn isn’t really based on dates on a calendar. My belief is that it has different lengths in different places. This isn’t original. People say they like where they live because “it has four seasons.” The best way to determine the beginning of fall is that wild onions start growing in my front yard. When …
Nightrider's Lament 