Then again, as metaphors go, this ain’t bad.
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Just think of the alum business they would do. Would it be tasteful to place vibration detectors in each crypt with recordings viewed outside to show they continue to take part in the games?
Visitor’s cheering alone would warm the hearts of their Gamecock families.
Imagine each niche constructed of Georgia granite with a background recording that whispers “SEC. SEC.”.
“Details about whether your cremated remains could find eternal rest not far from the echos of Sandstorm were unclear Friday.”
Pretty sure this is how Hell is described in the brochure.
For the truly fried chickens. They could put all the Cremains in one of two oversized KFC buckets, marked “original” or ‘extra crispy”.
Ok, that’s funny.
Or they could save them all up for Homecoming each year, and then blow them all out there with the smoke machine for the team to run through while “2001” (chicken version) plays. Goosebumps!
If they dedicate a spot outside the stadium, it should be called “Bobby Cremains Alley”.
You are on a roll this morning, sir.
The material writes itself. I am just its vessel.
That is only fitting because that is where formerly successful football coaches go for their career to die.
Literally, a destination job. Maybe when urban Meyer decides he’s had enough of the high pressure jobs he will retire early there like SOS did.
What a wasted opportunity!
If Spurdog were still there, he could have used it as yet another surface on which to paint one of SCU’s historic gridiron accomplishments.
I’d have suggested its 6-14 record against Davidson.
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