Ordinarily, I don’t make two blog posts on the same day but…today is different. I feel a-callin’! Some folks have gotten on the wrong side of this old coach.
I’m a Clemson fan. I hold a master’s degree from Clemson and no I didn’t drive by campus with the window open and have a diploma thrown through it as some from folks in the middle of the state might think. I also hold a master’s plus thirty, primarily bestowed from USC East, but I’m still a Clemson fan.
I’m not a fan of the present resident of our White House nor am I a fan of McDonald’s. I’m a Burger King guy if I feel the need to up my cholesterol count with fast food. I tend to limit the number of Whoppers I consume to “once in a blue moon”…sorta like Gamecock victories over the Tigers.
Last night the Clemson National Championship Football Team was hosted to a fast food feast at the White House. Big Macs, Wendy’s Hot and Juicy’s, Whoppers and pizza of an unknown brand were served on White House porcelain. People have gone crazy over it. Your craziness is misplaced!
Going to the White House to be recognized for athletic excellence has never been about what President happens to reside there at the time…unless you are a professional. It is about the recognition of student-athletes…and reward…even if it involves “two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onion on a sesame bun” served on official White House China. I don’t like the sauce or the President but that is not the point.
I’ve lived in South Carolina for my entire life and find it tedious to explain why we rank low in areas we shouldn’t rank low in, or rank high in areas we shouldn’t rank high in. It’s not tedious because I can’t explain it. Those are other battles. I find it refreshing to have something to be radiant “orange” over.
Last night was a joy for me…and the team, coaches and support staff. It was a joy for people wearing orange from all over the United States. It was not about the President, what I disagree with him about, or what he decided to serve as a meal.
Last night was a moment to recognize young men who have worked hard to attain a goal and for a state to feel pride vicariously through them. Give it a break! There are young men who would never travel outside of a fifty-mile radius of the home they were born into were it not for Clemson…or U of SC football…or other athletic teams. They would never in their wildest dreams expect to shake the hand of a United States’ President or sit at a table of honor in the White House.
Call me a hypocrite. If I were in their shoes, I’d be right in line to get my handshake…I would use a hand sanitizer before I picked up my double meat Whopper, but I’d shake the President’s hand and consider it a lifetime moment. This should have nothing to do with politics or what food was served…or if the President was using it as a positive “press” opportunity. As quarterback Trevor Lawrence said, “It was awesome.” I agree.
Image of Tiger players loading up from Sports Illustrated at https://www.si.com/college-football/2019/01/14/clemson-tigers-white-house-visit-mcdonalds-wendys-fast-food
For further musings, https://www.amazon.com/Don-Miller/e/B018IT38GM