A strange thing occurred this morning. For the past month I’ve been living in South Carolina, far from my Boilermakers and the oncoming season. This is the first time in four years I will not be watching the Boilers from press row. But that’s a sad story so let’s go back to the strange.
For the four weeks of working here, I’ve left my apartment at about 6:45, taking I-85 north to Greer, arriving in the parking lot just as the sun started to peak over the horizon, leaking a purplish dark hue into the previously night black sky.